it wasn’t enough
that i had all i ever dreamed of
it wasn’t enough
that i had
a partner
a child
a home
it wasn’t enough
that i was always employed
always healthy
always having a place to go
it wasn’t enough
that i never had
one day of hunger
one night of cold
one day of heat
one night of wanting
one day of going without
the heart is always hungry
always wanting
always craving
always demanding
always seeking
always dreaming
always wishing
nothing was
nothing is
nothing ever will be
Enough.
I say the things I’m told to say
I live the way I’m told to live
I smile, I act, I live my life
And when I dream at night
My dreams are free to roam
Outside the box I’m captured in
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I wish
When you make friends, you could keep them forever
I wish
When you feel sad, your sadness could be waved away like feathers
I wish
When night-time arrives, your dream will be one to treasure
I wish
When your fingers start to burn, there will be verses to write
I wish
When you feel pain, there will be those who would take the time
I wish
When you have something to share, there will be those who care
I wish
When you kneel to pray, your prayers reach where they need to go
I pray
For happiness and love, and all things good
I wish
Dedicated to my niece
Who is sixteen today
And far away
❤
I’m dreaming of
Your hands on mine
I’m dreaming of your kiss
I’m dreaming of
Your lips on mine
I’m dreaming of your touch
I’m dreaming of
Your body’s heat
I’m dreaming of your love
My eyes are as lead
Leading me to heavens high –
Dreaming quiet dreams
Decisions of mine
Every choice I have made
Have all led me here
A silent moment
Alone, lacking company
Contemplating me
There is no escape
Wondering what could have been
No door can I see
I long for release!
Echoes of a distant me
Dreaming silently
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Plot of Earth.”
I would build a home with a wrap-around porch, furnished with chairs and jugs of sparkling water with slices of lemon added (instead of lemonade).
I would sit on the porch and admire the scenery, and finish all my half read books. Because now that I blog, I ain’t never gonna finish any of them.
I dream of you
At night when dreams are free
And thoughts are real
I dream of you
When you are nowhere near
But in my dreams
I dream of you
When you are far away
But by my side
I dream of you
When it cannot be
That you are here
I dreamt of you
Last night
Majestic carpet
Laid out regally while I
Would dream, purple snow
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