What Dreams May Come

Words sway as new grass would
play, in whispers on the breeze
teasing.

I’ve let you go
I’ve let you go
I’ve let you go.

But, thoughts come to
share an enchanted evening
with me beneath starlight
and, they’re flighty as feathers
…elusive
dancing on the edge of this
sweet sensation
I’m cast adrift
to float
before the deepening into
other worlds

If

I’ve let you go
let you go
let you go

then,

why do I still hear those
echoes of love
so clear.

~*~

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Shared with dVersePoets Translucent Poetics: Writing Spoken Word
Poets United Think Tank #86 Re-Birth

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

22 thoughts on “What Dreams May Come”

  1. Because love never dies. Elusive butterflies of love come to mind. When you don’t actually let go-you just let be, this is the the results. Beautifully flowing and said. Smiles

  2. yum, yum, yum, I like, presentation and stream, also the idea that thoughts could come and stick around, keeping company 🙂

  3. Oh, this is very sweet…and a little sad for the letting go of someone…but they’re still there in so many ways.

    And love those twinkling stars… This is perfectly beautiful.

  4. those echoes still carry forward…yeah i dont know if they ever completely disappear…sometimes they fet softer…again i love the device you use in this…the letting you go repetition paying on the last line before….well done bren

  5. Interesting echo effects to get the point across. “I’m still thinking about the letting go, so I have not.” The narrator wonders at it in realization. 🙂

  6. Letting go can be a pain, as holding on is the easiest lane, as to be a combination of the two, as memories will always come due.

  7. I like to think of the echoes as fluorescence bulb buzz that eventually gets absorbed or dampened by all the other sounds around you. Eventually it becomes so dim that only a few triggers will bring it back to the forefront of your thoughts. Love never goes away, but the hurt does get to an acceptable level.

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