Dark Shadows
On Waking Dreams
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1 min readNov 18, 2018
The silver moon is shining
streams flow through the woods
from every branch of every tree
she hears the birds’ cacophony
from the bush murmurs a voice
soft as a sigh of grief
the winds blow through the trees
as though saying Oh my beloved,
Goodbye.
The pool reflects shadows
like a mirror nearby,
there the wind weeps
as it sweeps the leaves
away from the trees.
Everyone says this is the place
to dream of the starry sky.
A great and frightful
soulful silence seems to
come down upon the ground
from the heavens above
like an empty wish
a faithless hope
it is come, the hour of
hopeless dreams.
Roy, I am tagging you in all my nightmare submissions from today because reading your nightmare made me go looking for these. You’re welcome.
