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Posted by threeleafshamrock on July 9, 2010 - 11:29
from the ABC set Lurve Ramblings

They awake and rise,
while I, still trapped in slumber,
follow them; my dreams.
Climbing peaks that hide
in phosphorous mists where ghosts
of past and future,
merge, and - hand in hand -
paint beauteous prophesies,
for lonely lovers,
sleeping.

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hilary west | July 9, 2010 - 12:11

I thought this was beautiful - one of your best.

threeleafshamrock | July 9, 2010 - 12:37

Thanks Hilary, haven't had a minute lately to write much new stuff but by the end of the month, I should be back on form and have more time. Feeling guilty even posting on here, when I haven't even time too read all my friends work. The thoughts of catching up on all of that is daunting. ;)

Chris XXXX

Anna Marie | July 9, 2010 - 14:51

This was quite beautiful indeed. You are wonderful with words.

MistakenMagic | July 9, 2010 - 15:57

Love the 'phosphorous mists', Chris. Beautiful with a melancholy edge - well done ;)

Magic xxx

Kahdai | September 9, 2010 - 18:31

Lovely poem
my favourite part
while I, still trapped in slumber,
follow them; my dreams.
I think I understand :) K