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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


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


And so with her he passed the night

Where kisses came like passing storms

Imagination loosed in swarms

Enough to feed their appetite


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


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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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Interesting, Martin. Lots to think about.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Great poem Martin. I love it.

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      Faith Reaper 2 years 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