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Dream At Night (poem)

Updated on July 7, 2015

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 22 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

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      smh 22 months ago

      smh

      smh

      smh

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      John Hansen 22 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Great poem Martin. I love it.

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      Shauna L Bowling 22 months ago from Central Florida

      Interesting, Martin. Lots to think about.

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