WHY'S THE GIN GONE

many nights have gone where i dream, lying down on the ground in the next room, awake, yet i still dream, threatening the bust through the levys of these eyes, i have such a longing for the touch of the skin, that calmness of souls, oh how i lust for such dreams as this, to simply be real, to reach out and touch the very life that i can not be near, forbiden by all definition, chained to the wall, always reaching out, to get that quick glance of the sun's beauty, that swelling of blue butterflies is the only thing that keeps this dream, this hope, this glimmer of unconditional reason, from evaporating into thin air, i will always love thee.

 

on the morning this bird will fly from his cage, be free once more, but this bird will always have the hope of comming home.

 

so for now i shall rest, i shall sleep, i shall dream of that day, but for now, separated by fine shades of concrete, my love will rest, for soon the sun will rise, the chains will be washed away, and we will be free, to fly as one.

Reviews

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nice prose..has a classical tone..lovely

[luciddreamer]

Wow...........

[Wolf]

thanks god for gin and coke
lol very nice write i enjoyed it

[x]

and as he dreamed his dreams of her, the rumpled photo of her image cradled tenderly in his hands... caught his tear and in that moment she felt his warmth upon her cheek

[guiltyascharged]

Nice. I love this epic poem. It's epicly epic. It's sweet. It's awesome.

[Karen666]

I want some Gin now :) great piece

[Jenny Nelson]

A very well described, touching and lovely piece.

'this bird will always have the hope of comming home." Wonderful line; very uplifting.