all in a dream

night broke

in the rising dream i choked.

tossing and turning

finding the past burning.

in the piled inferno

i remembered your name, i let you go.

the beauty that i always found

i woke up in the morning coming around.

visions of paradise arose.

in the morning kiss i exposed;

my eyes opened to her smile

in her garden i composed;

night broke

in the rising dream i choked.

tossing and turning

finding the past burning.

winter kills as spring births

i have never opened the door

to tomorrow’s yesterday.

open the door

and she stands in satin silk;

night broke

in the rising dreaming i choked.

tossing and turning

finding the past burning.

c. 2016 bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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One Response to all in a dream

  1. I can never quite decide if the beautiful pieces are too sharp or the sorrow too deep. Either way, there’s something intimately universal in your lines. Lovely.

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