Dream At Night (poem)

To walk and talk and dream at night

Was all he ever had in sight

A simple life was his delight

This man of modest appetite

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But trouble comes in many forms

A passing breeze which masks the storms

A passing glance as passion swarms

For some alarm but him it warms

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And so with her he passed the night

Where kisses came like passing storms

Imagination loosed in swarms

Enough to feed their appetite

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And so for her his love thus forms

And to all else he loses sight

She didn’t share in his delight

A sense of danger quickly warms

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Shear madness has an appetite

Our darkness oft is its delight

It bore his vision into sight

To walk and talk a dream at night

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Faith Reaper 17 months ago from southern USA

Oh, good one here, Mh! Hmm, well, maybe she met a silver-tongued devil ... hence a devil woman was born LOL

I like the "To walk and talk a dream at night".

God bless and stay away from those devil women


smh 17 months ago

smh

smh

smh


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Jodah 17 months ago from Queensland Australia

Great poem Martin. I love it.


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bravewarrior 17 months ago from Central Florida

Interesting, Martin. Lots to think about.

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