Saturday, July 30, 2016

Only Dreaming

She is the one haunting
            and the haunted
            the chalice and the wine,
            the lover
            and the beloved,
            the singer and the song
Because he comes to her
                only in dreams
                she feels their roles merge,
                separate, merge again,
                their energy moves, mingles,
                passes away
A spiral downward into an abyss,
                a deep cavern
                echoing with the sounds
                of joy


Reposted for

Prompt Nights – In dreams we enter a world that’s entirely our own – [23]


  1. Dreams are such wondrous things... I wonder how many wake up full of smiles because they know that what they dream is birthed right out of the heart of their psyche. And how many wake up crying because of the same...

  2. My goodness :D this is such an evocative write, Linda. The imagery and the tone here are to simply die for :D especially adore "A spiral downward into an abyss, a deep cavern, echoing with the sounds of joy." Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D :D

    Lots of love,

  3. Beautifully done. Appreciate you sharing.

  4. How 'he only comes to her in dreams' is brilliantly captured! Could he manifest into reality, and the merging continue as they fall into the immeasurable space of joy? :-)

  5. I love the first six lines esp. )and the way you put them together. A really nice read- I like this

  6. How I wish that I would be visited by some of those now out of reach that I have loved in the past; perhaps one day.