Dreams (a poem)

[tpno2005]

Dreams

Lay thee down upon a dream –
To Heaven and Hell, and in between
Each breath, comingled with the void,
Conscience, to itself destroyed;

But, born again upon the night
In phantasmagoric light –
A rumor of the life above;
Angels even know not of

The ecstasy, but of the terror
Devils could not so endeavor
To inflict, and supply
The never-ending agony;

But with a rush and gasp
Worlds dissolve beyond all grasp
Of memory, and in its space –
Thoughts of morning full replace.

[JonsDragonEyes]

Hi there tpn02005

I really love how you write. It sounds professional like what you would see in a book of poetry.

Thank you for sharing this.

love and hugs always