Where do Dreams Go

Where do Dreams Go

He dreams

yes he dreams 

of sage and of leather 

 

Of her image

reflected in mirrors 

and in the fire of cabochons

 

He 

dreams

yes he dreams

of floating and flying with her

 

Somewhere lost

without wanting, or wishing

to be found, until they are dust

 

He dreams

yes he dreams

of the things they might do together

 

In the snatches

of time made in moments

they allow to quietly break through

 

He dreams

yes he dreams

of bergamot, sage and of leather

 

While tenderly stroking

a breast with a feather and milking

the juice of yet another new day with her

 

He dreams

yes he dreams,

but where do those dreams go

 

Lost in the ether,

mid vastness of quilt perhaps, or

buried neath mountainous pillows of snow

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You know Neville. this poem is so utterly beautiful and sensual, and reading this poem again two years down the line, I still believe our dreams are floating around in the ether waiting for another time and another place. They aren’t lost, they are resting.

Chris

[Neville]

You got me blushing again our Chris .. you know how much I like second helpings dont'cha :)

[Fran Marie]

What lovely verse
you have penned her
Nev..he dreams yes
he dreams

s o many lines
of poetic beauty
and artistic expression
used..loved it..

nice work
my friend

[Neville]

Aw gawsh Fran .. how very bloomin kind of ya my friend :)

[Fran Marie]

you're s o
very welcome;

[Neville]

........................... N is :) ing BIG

[AJNJ]

An utterly beautiful poem that is subtly sensuous and filled with dreams of a lost love and of a fullfillment thats perhaps lost forever but the scents and sights of which are still as alive as ever. These are powerful dreams sir.

[Neville]

what an absolutely delightful comment you have left here for me AJ .. I really can't thank you enough sir :)

[AJNJ]

Its a sheer pleasure to read this poem, dear sir!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so many images here that are what they are and what is imagined in sensual fantasy...
excellent visuals...tactile.
j.

[Neville]

...........Thank you for those kind and encouraging words jacob.
N.

[Chris Shaw]

These dreams are beautiful, tender and filled with love and then the final stanza made my heart drop. Where do those dreams go? They go into the ether to mingle with all the other dreams that get lost. Lovely poem, heartfelt Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

.. What a delightfully lovely thing to suggest our Chris .. Many thanks my friend n true :)

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome and this poem in my humble opinion is up there with your best work. Lovely.

[Neville]

............... blimey :)

[Robert Trakofler]

I finally found my dreams nev, they were behind the sofa the whole time! seriously i don't think you ever lose YOUR dreams in fact I think they follow you around mr poet! hey if you happen to find some of mine in your cue would you kindly shoo them back to me i'm so forgetful:)

[Neville]

No worries, consider it done ... Robert my pleasure entirely ...

:)

[Fay Slimm]

Dreams such as these carry love to another dimension Nev. - - a selection of memories add subtle weight to the lilt of sad cadence in this heart-tugging read.............x

[Neville]

I thought you might pop in and I am so glad ya did Fay ... thank you again my friend ... read more
I thought you might pop in and I am so glad ya did Fay ... thank you again my friend ...

:)

[X]

Oh what a wistful lovely poem Neviile...dreams and wishful thinking live in the Great Big Dreamland in the Sky...you can access them with a murmur anytime any place free of charge they make you feel alive even if you are dead...Happy Sunday❤💐🌞

[Neville]

thank you kindly Kira .. and a happy Sunday to you too :)