riding dreams

It's something about

dreams I can't remember

when my mind rambles on

running through hidden rhythms

looking for something greener.

It's something about

meeting you there in the mists

in-between natural conversation

and forgotten memories.

Having known you

and lost you and found you,

I still grieve those vacant hours

always harder before the rain comes.

It's something about

the way you hold my hand--

I'm sure of it--even if,

I can't remember how it felt.

Reviews

[C. Harter Amos]

What a wonderful poet you are, and what an illusive, beautiful painting of someone you love inside a dream you've given us! "I still grieve those vacant hours always harder before the rain comes" very profound and almost a seperate thought from the rest of the poem, still so well written; my favorite lines of the poem. Maybe because the whole poem strummed my heart-strings. Beautifully done, Emily. xx - Mimi.

[James K. Blaylock]

Simply magical!!! This felt like walking thru a dreaming. Be blessed

jkb

[Jeff Loquist]

I just don't know why you would change this. I believe she is already grown

[Tracie Skarbo]

Oh this is wonderful! I love the way you have used greener, natural and rain throughout the poem...I thought that you might have been talking about the gardens in your life until the end when I realized it was about much more...what a delightful read...

[LJW]

Do not add to or alter this is any way. It is perfect as is. The ending lines, brilliant.

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful, bittersweet write... you create for us a world of two... now one... lingering.. longing... So wonderfully written.

[Markymark]

Emily,

While I agree with the rest, I would like to see this twice as long. It flows and goes and just dies. I know, I know, I know....that's exactly what dreams do too, but.....another stanza or two would just make it one of those eerie lifelike dreams full of memories of things that never really occurred (or did they?)

Lovely writing though--

Mark

[Alicante lullaby]

loved its elegance,you were spectacular towards the end,,it was ethereal,dreaming,iam starting to dream with you,lovely,the words melt me,,

[Perdition]

Capturing the allusiveness of what we die to retrieve is a rare talent. You have, in this, an incredible seed that will surely grow into something remarkable.... It's that undefinable ramble that defines us all too well when we hurt from the center...it reveals our humanity....damn it! You wrote it all out in perfect well !

[Ed Hart]

everything that could possibly be said has been said; if I can't get here first, I can hardly get in at all... so, I'll just say, I came, I saw, I'm moved like all the rest...Ed