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The Dream (poem)

Updated on December 26, 2015

What is this dream hid out of sight

Which has me thrashing through the night

Is it a whim which now holds me

And dare I chance to wait and see

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It yearns for me apparently

Yet still I feel it’s just not right

Am I to quench some appetite

Am I to stay or should I flee

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You’d think it come more naturally

When dealing with a what might be

Perhaps a pleasure fear of flight

But indecision holds me tight

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My quandary heightens its delight

I’ve freed some sort of ecstasy

That drapes me in its fantasy

Behold the flames as they ignite

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What was this dream hid out of sight

Which had me thrashing through the night

It was a whim had hold of me

Another’s dream I chanced to see

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    • MsDora profile image

      Dora Isaac Weithers 22 months ago from The Caribbean

      This type dream could be haunting. Your photo is interesting and seems so appropriate.

    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 22 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Oh, the dreams we dare to dream...