Lullaby

Can you be stalked by a song?
Followed in and out of your dreams by a rhythm.
Melody coiled about your subconscious,
Haunting your hours hidden in the shadows.
Music in the motion of the leaves
As they dance around, spiralling down
In autumn’s romance with gravity.
Lyrics twisting their way like a river
Through the landscape of your life.

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Dreams

If I dream of you sometimes I hope you will forgive me. I hope you understand that I just need to see your face sometimes. For a glimpse of someone whose hair falls down upon their shoulders in that hauntingly familiar way, is not enough to sustain me. For all the colours are a hundred shades of wrong and beauty means nothing, when only your face has any meaning for me. For I can walk through a flower garden when the roses are in bloom and it feels as barren as a desert if the scent of your perfume is not the air I breathe. So if from time to time I dream of you, I hope you understand, I hope you will forgive me.

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Breath

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Breathe the night.
Sigh,
While you dream of alibis.

Being,
Feeling with different senses.
The colours of the dark

Existence.
Tumbling, head over feels.
Meeting no resistance.

Only notions
And nightbreaths. In your longing
For emotional distance.

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Siren Blue (Dreams)

And here is Day 8 of my review with a poem of getting lost amongst the memories …

Made of sticks and stones

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I can’t remember what it is,
This ocean of memory
In which I’ve got lost.
A natural phenomena,
Drifting, flying, falling, dying.
I’m a stranger in this kingdom
So far from home.

I can’t see a solution,
A way out
Of this maze of confusion.
This song of the stratosphere:
Drowning, crying, calling, dying.
Dream keeper of this kingdom
I can’t call home.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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The Busker

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Three chords and a dream,
Dirty hat full of pennies,
Streetlights not spotlights.
Shouting out in the rain
Songs for unbelievers.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.