Like a little whisp of smoke
It vanished in thin air
The little dream I had in mind
Was gone no longer there
And in it's place a new one
Before any time to mourn
A fantasy with flourish
Had shown up to be born
But what about the one before
Was it meant to die away?
Or should i return to it
On yet some other day?
Dreams may come and go
But do they really die?
Do they simply wait for us
To remember where they lie?
I like to think they linger
On the edge of every thought
Waiting for that moment
When once again they re caught.
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Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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Comments (5)
I believe they linger.
do read my this poem and let me know what you guys think about it: https://vocal.media/poets/time-s-not-letting-me-dream-xc2pa0uc6
lovely... nice one....
Really like the idea of dreams waiting around for us to remember them again. Well done
Yeap, it's always still there, never really fully dies. Loved your poem!