*** WITHERED DREAMS ***
Sober Dreams shrouded in regrets still haunt,
with ever increasing frequency,
Transported "Home" in an enduring vision –
quietly sweeping and weeping
through the passageways of my mind.
When the "Fantasy of my Love"
turns to me with a smile,
I see through the haze of my slumber,
Spring's visage of Love's Tender Care.
OH -- for a portal through which one can return,
to a Time long passed and recoup innocence lost,
to revive a Dreamer's Fantasy long ago withered.
Yet tis ever naught, after all,
but a Dreamer's Tisane, a haunting illusion.
Naught but a Withered Dream.
[dht-2011]
[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]
SPECIAL NOTE:
ReplyDeleteCount the number of 'lines' in each 'paragraph grouping'. SO what is the final count? (15 -- the end of innocence).
AND, what do you notice about the 'sequence count'? Descending? By how much does each group-count descend?
OH, the 'hdden' meaning and purport -- that is in plain view. Such is LIFE, where something seems simple and clear -- BUT on further reflection is intricute and complex, LIKE a Dream.
[dht-2011]