Dancing in Dreams- Prose Poetry
Join the dance that is held by the rain...
Love Me For What Is...
Showers of dreams.
She loves to dance alone.
She dances in her dreams, and she writes her own songs.
She baths in the light and holds on to the rays,
That one day she will find herself,
And she won’t need to be saved.
She gets lost in the wind,
She sways to the breeze,
Until she in knocked over,
And she falls to her knees.
Flurries of hope,
Memories of the past.
When the flurry’s dissolve,
It erases what she has.
She is left alone and bare,
No clue where to start
What a book she has written,
But nowhere in it does it describe who we are.
Reread the pages,
Read between the lines,
Dissolve each page as a past saying goodbye.
Love is lost and another one is found.
Who she wants to be,
And what she has figured out.
Shower of dreams,
She baths in for her sins,
Love me for me,
Love me for what is.
Nowhere she feels left,
Nowhere to see what is right.
She doubts the words that are spoken,
From what she has been taught out of fright
The words that are spoken are all too often what is not
And in return we hurt to the heart.
Dance in her Dreams,
You must dance for me,
When you dance alone,
You will never be seen
Close your eyes-catch the light,
Catch your life before it passes you by,
Keep me in mind,
Don’t forget who we are,
Don’t forget the moon, the sun or the stars
Flurry’s within a breeze,
Catch hold of her hand,
Remind her who she is,
She is what I am.
The breeze catches up and swifts her away,
She lost her dance,
She lost reasons to be saved.
Dancing in your dreams,
You can create another world,
But if you give up the illusion
You will find love on this earth
I will dance in our dreams,
I will hold onto our light,
I will sway with the wind,
As you linger out of site.
I will stand in the flurries,
Until you are next to me.
I will dance under the moon, the sun, the stars and in the breeze.
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