Of Dreams and Tears

I touch a mark that sears with pain, with blood filled ink my verse I rainΒ  upon this page of words for you and still I cannot reach you through the mists that we call dreams and yet my lips with yours they have not met. I wipe fresh tears that taste of us and hiding, never make a fuss, for fear of causing you to shed your own warm drops of bloodshot red. What value have these tactile tears, since for at least a thousand years, I’ve dreamed of you and here you are, a vision of a love too far. And soon the life that I call real, disperses as your need I feel, though fingertips feel naked, cold without your hand to touch and hold. I switch my parallel existence, poems weaved, my soul subsistence, feeding what my body craves, you crash my shore with forceful waves. And maybe here in dreams we’ll stay, where tears don’t see the light of day, where bruises fade, and heartbreaks mend, and beasts of hate to stars we send. Perhaps you’ll stay and hold me close, where past realities are ghosts, that have no power to haunt this space, where tenderness unmasks my face, that hidden in my life and shrouded, wings of verse this cage kept clouded, now emerge and lift my dreams as Real And Right, torn at the seams are myths of minds awash with lies , but you see truth within these eyes adoring you, as close to me, you whisper words of What Could Be and silently you calm my storm and in your gaze, my heart you form, and as I sleep to feel your kiss, no tears can reach

a dream like this.


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    1. You know what, you’re right. It was different. This was the definition of spontaneous for me, so I just allowed whatever wanted to come out free reign over my words.
      Thanks Frank. Always appreciate you πŸ€—πŸ’ž

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      1. Glad you like the song. Much different feel from the original Eurhythmics version. I actually have 5 different versions of that song for 5 different dances. This one probably my fav.

        Feverish? I could go into sarcastic mode, but I don’t know what that word even means.

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    1. What a perfect little parcel of words, thank you. I love that I have a poetic loom where I weave tapestries of words..
      Should I get a servant to do that for me??
      This whole Poetic Highness business confuses me most days.
      I mean… tapestry weaver! Come hither!

      Lol… I’m no good at giving orders lol.
      Well. Mostly.

      Oh also…thank you. πŸ€—πŸ’ž

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  1. You are very young soul…I don’t know your writing always reminds me a girl 18-20 something who is in the beginning of her love journey & who in the same time understand – love is tears & pain also.
    Well written

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    1. Ah..how to respond to this…
      In a way you are right.
      My heart and soul feel reborn lately.
      But I am not a young girl… late 30s already, I know!!
      But sometimes someone changes your perception of life and love and yourself and suddenly everything is new.
      Cuddling you most warmly πŸ˜˜πŸ€—

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  2. Romantic and achy and tender and weepy are some of my favorite things when it comes to your prose, M! Wowwweeeee! Your fire is bright when you let your heart bleed on pages. Felt this one acutely. Much love!

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    1. Aw… you always make me smile.
      Lost for words so have some.cuddly hugs because I appreciate you soooooooooooooooo much β€οΈπŸ˜˜β€οΈπŸ˜˜β€οΈπŸ˜˜πŸ€—πŸ’žπŸ€—πŸ’žπŸ€—πŸ’žπŸ€—πŸ’žπŸ€—πŸ’ž

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  3. People must wonder how Fiery bleeds on pages? Well, obviously, it must be a bonfire of words.

    Your usage of words, as others have mentioned, it is most enchanting Fiery. You are wonderful at mixing power and beauty in you writing, Not many here wordpress can do it with the blazing power you possess. Your words ignite….

    Enough with the references to fire Lonely Author. You do get carried away.
    Focus, Lonely Focus.

    Many great lines here that resonate Ms Smouldering. “Tear that won’t see light of day” . Especially, loved “where past realities are ghosts, that have no power to haunt this space.” I like the idea there is a sacred place where past ghosts hold no power to haunt a new relationship. When there is true love, past ghosts should wield no power. Really, really, like this. Definitely, some resonation here.

    Coincidentally, my post for Thursday is titled, “cemetery of lovers past.” What do they say? Pervy minds think alike.
    No they don’t say that Lonely. Concentrate.

    As for the prompt…..well, I “threw down the gauntlet.” And you had to pick up after my little mess. Like who the hell am I to be tossing things around the floor for you to pick up. Lonely effing Toddler? Damn, I hate it when people leave things lying around for somone else to pick up. That is one reason I could never marry a man.
    Gauntlet tossing idiots.

    Now, where were me?
    Yes, floating in your ghostless dreams.

    A beautiful write. Worthy of the praise and all of devotications you are receiving. For this was a shining piece, full of vivid pictures plucked from an imagetree, it was remarkalicious and inspiratory, no doubt your readers will agree.

    Sighing my way to Dreamlandia.

    Your Lonely Author

    (Imagine a little red heart here).

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    1. Is that what people wonder about me?? That’s a lot better than I suspected lol.
      What do my words ignite exactly? A lighter? A gas stove? Your pages? I’m sure you’ll let me know.
      That IS a coincidence with our poems. I don’t usually reference things like that but that part just came out and it felt right. I didn’t think anyone would notice but I should have known that you might.

      And no, one says that. But that doesn’t mean it’s not true. I tried to curb the perv factor here, I was all dreamy and loved up but SOMEONE has other things in mind. No use telling yourself to focus, you’ll never listen. I’m pretty sure I don’t help that situation in any way. πŸ”₯

      So yes , you did throw down the gauntlet and I it was a very attractive gauntlet that I couldn’t help but pick up because how could I resist a prompt from the Lonely Author, even if he does leave a mess of poetic longing and discarded heart pieces all over the floor.

      I am LOVING this making up of words! So happy you’re on board because your appreciationism of my poetrilising with your deliciousfully warmified words makes me want to follow you into dreamlandia leaving a fiery blazeration of bubbles and poetry behind me.

      Oh… I made you sigh again??

      I am on fire these days.

      Always hugging you little too long


  4. Your description of the dream world is fascinating and to be lost in there with love is a treat from your words. The thousand years of dream that finally came to fruition in form and was finally there was beautifully said. The description and mixture of tears in the dreamworld symbolizing there’s a rainbow somewhere but you added so much passionate heat behind those tears and that added so much flavor. A poetic dream that would bring tears to anyone’s eyes, beautiful write up lovely.❀️🌹

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