Strangers in our night

By Parson Thru

Mon, 23 Apr 2018
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You who walk at large among my dreams

With purpose and complexity

Where are you from?

Through what connivance are you wrought?

In the hours when I myself go absent, is it

To walk along the lanes of your unconscious?

A stranger in the wanderings of your mind?

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

To walk along the lanes of your subconscious.

Yes! I like this I P Kevin, it arouses curiosity as dreams often do.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I like this one, too, Jenny. Couldn't resist it.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Di_Hard on

What a clever idea, that we each wander in others minds when we sleep. Makes me think of dreams being like narrow country lanes when on holiday where you can't see over the hedges and are never sure where you are or what will be round the next bend.

This is a beautiful poem, the last three lines particularly great

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Di_Hard. What a lovely metaphor. Been fiddling with it. Hope I haven't spoilt the bit you liked. Better get some sleep now. Maybe see you there.

Parson Thru