Sunday, January 3, 2010

Dreams, are they the future?


Are they the future?

Awakening alone in the bright moonlight,

For me the dream was a very vivid fright.

The faceless man once again rescued me,

When, may I ask, will his face I see?

His kiss was tender, gentle and sweet,

How long will this happen, before we meet?

Will I forever deny and be unaware,

When he always waits patiently there?

The thunder still rolls through the night,

Yet in his arms protected there is no fright.

Always the same this dream tortures me,

Wondering wanting what life holds for me.

Do dreams offer warnings or some times cheer,

Why must this persist and make me fear?

His face I feel is hidden from me,

Yet I am not able to distinguish or see.

Is it me so afraid, to once again be loved,

For the stars point to him sent from above.

1 comment:

Maroussia said...

It will be great to watch Spring Awakening,i have bought tickets from looking forward to it.