Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Restless Dreams

Restless dreams of endless nights;
Blinded eyes to beautiful sights.
Forever drifting in darkened space;
Never touching with a gentle trace.

Unsaid words from an unspoken voice;
Decisions undecided without a choice.
A lingering kiss without any emotion;
Feelings going unfounded without devotion.

Paintings on walls that are passed on by;
Grey clouds above in a once blue sky.
Books never opened and thus, never read;
Forgotten lore from a time now dead.

A broken man, sitting in the corner, crying;
Once a poet, but now the skills are drying.
Thoughts now burning, like a glowing ember;
We must never turn to dust, always remember.


copyright Chris Smith 2010

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