When you close your eyes

the end of the dream

 

When you close your eyes

when you close your eyes, do you dream about me

are these dreams filled with love, and burning extasy

do our hands reach for each other, in the darkness of the night

carressing one another, until the early morning light

do we whisper sweet nothings, into each others ear

ignoring the obvious, the things that we both fear

the truth can be quite painful, it will not let us be

in this case the truth, will never set us free

when you close your eyes, do the tears fill your head

lying there motionless, in your lonely bed

because there is no room for me, someone else is in that spot

one more night of crying, your stomach in a knot

your last response was no response, it left me with a chill

the feeling is the end is here, you sent the final bill

when you close your eyes, I feel you no longer dream

covering your head instead, so no one can hear your scream

no I no longer think, that you dream of me

the cold distance is wider now, the space between you and me

that you have made a concious choice, to just let it go

you don't have to say the words, I already know

Reviews

[Ruth]

This moved me on ME love, a beautiful poem, sometimes love is something to be reckoned with, not always so easy! lol
Beautiful work
xx

[Desert Dreamer]

Love is a mystery...I don't think I'll ever understand.

[Albatross]

Life is certainly as transitory as the seasons. This write of yours was absolutely exceptional. It had a certain emotional gravity that tugged the reader in. Sad and beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem told a real story. With age and a lot of experience in love. I realized I knew nothing. Woman are a great mystery poor man will never understand. Today I learn to be like my Grandfather. Say nothing and smile. Silence sometimes leave you out of the lines of fire. I like the beginning. Dancing in the heat of love. Then like a winter frost. Love fade away and we are left alone to ponder. A outstanding poem. I like it.
Coyote

[?]

Mr. Gomer LePoet, this is a well written piece.
Dreams are good although I have said before they never come true.
I often have dreams like the ones you wrote about.
Dont think I shall stop dreaming, at least I hope not. Dreams are good.
Nice but sad poem

the end of the dream

Is this one of those dreams that will never come true?