the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Has anyone read this poem before?

A piece of midnight
falls
Shatters;
dashing hopes of hidden,
darkness covered
Sins.
Revealed, disclosed,
a bleeding heart lies bare,
Exposed.
Deaf to cries for Shame,
to change one life it
fights to live again.
All this to breathe in peace
One Time.

The reason I ask is because I had a dream. I don't remember what the dream was about, but when I woke up, I remembered a man speaking this poem to me. I've never heard it before, but thought that if you get a poem in a dream, you should probably write it down. I almost feel as if it isn't mine, because I didn't make it. I heard it from a man who doesn't exist.

1 Comments:

Blogger caro said...

nope, never heard it before. It's beautiful though.

9:48 PM  

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