Wild Dreaming

dreaming poem

Poem

 

Looks like you spend
Your free time
Shopping through
The windows of my eyes

Your dreams!
Your dreams!
Looking like my sights
Keep dreaming
Oh, keep in that space

Laying in my nightly travels
Cushioned Space-craft,
Fueled by thoughts of places
Far and new, deep yet unique.

Why do they end on the dark side?
A side with jagged edge faces
Why do I return to this rapid fall?
I’m too full of wasted adventures.
I don’t need these thoughts
My thinking taken to wastelands.

Your dreams!
Your dreams!
Looking like my sights
Keep dreaming
Oh, keep in that space

It’s all become too scary to return
It’s not what my eyes saw
I stepped on the wrong flight
Let me off your wild ride.
Let me into the light of the day,
Time to rethink, find thoughts of my dreams.

 

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photograph by Benjamin Combs

 

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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980’s with expectations of being published.
The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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