Dreaming Never Ends
Posted on 09. Jun, 2012 by Porch Queen in Poetry
She wonders at the endlessness of it –
The shifting, dragging, and breaking.
These walls bounce just a little bit closer
Jittery, poured out, that heart is aching.
Where do they go, she asks the open
door, do they just keep on rolling?
I am haunted, she admits to a snoring bug,
By the height of meadows long lolling.
They shape the deliciousness of it –
The rounded, the peak, always giving.
Embrace now, press his head towards you,
His eyes tell you why he is living.
She wonders at the endlessness of it –
The emptiness that never ends.
A bottomless pit of all that she could ever give,
Quivering in the palm of his hand.
In the palm of his hand.
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porchqueen
^.^ *hugs* No, YOU are! I love that we have known
Lindsey Ann
*hugs* You are an amazing, astonishing, beautiful,
PorchQueen
That is so, so, so sweet of you to write. This: &
quietpanther
"Shouldn't play the deaf card" ...
