Awakened To Dream
I stand alone in a black and white city
As the smog blends with the picture
I imagine colorful, plentiful sustenance
And look upon filth…
And when the speeding cars honked those relentless horns
I awoke, in a flourishing dream
My eyes opened
It was bright and dazzling
There was joyous birdsong
Yet there, on the rooftops
Who crafted these birds?
Do you laugh at the bard
Who wakes up hopeful in dreams?
Out of my dreams, I live of misery for life’s sake
Of a lost, unattainable love
Of eager waiting and longing
Of sadness and waste
And when the speeding cars honked those relentless horns
My mind and heart awoke
Now I stand here with him
And ponder on our once blissful love
I widen my eyes to stay in the dream
And my heart beats tenderly
When will the birds flutter into my city on earth?
When shall I kiss your lips again?
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011
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