So I finally decided to put some of my poetry on DeviantArt. I wrote this 2 or 3 years ago. Enjoy
Please give me some feedback/critiques in the comments!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The Prophecies We Call Dreams"
As I slip between the ice cold sheets
I wait for sleep to crash around me like the waves
blowing off the island of dreams.
I'm walking along the path of the forest of imagination.
Into a tangle of vines, I'm suddenly encased.
Is this really reality?
He walks towards me.
Trying to free me, to help me.
The greedy serpentine vines of the rose bushes
entangle and cut him with their many thorns.
He gives up forever, leaving me to fend the cruel vines of life.
Is this a dream?
Carefully, lovingly, she pushes aside the serpents of thorns.
She gets through to me in the cage of vines.
They slide aside, as she has once been the one within them.
The hungry vines flee. They are afraid of the joy and friendship she brings
Forever she stays with me. The mark of true courage.
Is this a sign?
As the warm waves of sleep retreat to the rising sun,
Slowly, the meadow of fortune, fades away.
As I slip out from the warm blankets,
I wait for bits of my dream to drop away like morning dew.
Crystal clear, the memory remains.
Is this a sign?
He walks towards me.
With the words of greeting still upon his tongue.
The joyous circle of friends surround us.
Feeding on the emotions of life.
He never leaves my side, he doesn't disappear.
Is this a dream?
Months after the dream is said and done,
He gives up forever, leaving me confused and alone.
What happened? What did I do?
As the reasons and lies, swoop in like owls from friends,
The less and less I care.
Is this really reality?
Several weeks later, while walking down memory lane,
Suddenly, I remember the dream from so long ago.
This was foretold. This was bound to happen.
I look up into a new friend's smiling face.
I am now his, he is now mine.
Is this a dream?
He walks towards me.
Face all aglow with happiness none could ever fake.
The joyous circle of friends surround us.
Feeding off the emotions of life.
He never leaves my side, he doesn't disappear.
Is this a sign?
Now the advice, from me to you.
Never ignore the nagging dream.
If the memory doesn't fall, like morning dew,
Heed this advice.
What it foretells could be true.
Never forget the prophecies we call dreams.