Michael J. Falotico Poet Couplet

Pieces of My Dreams

As dreams frequent our nights…
                                                 Disarray plays in our sight… 

                            We remember in the dark what we can’t see in the day…
                       Flowing in and out of reality as the pieces fall out of the grey…

                         A cold breeze from an open window splashes on my chest…
                               For the relevance of what I see may only be a test…

                                           The clock ticks and the hours spin…
                                           Daylight struggles where to begin…

                                           As lifeless dreams now sink away…
                                          I play on paper all through the day…

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Tara Jennings March 2, 2013 at 6:27 PM "We remember in the dark what we can't see in the day.." exactly, sometimes our dreams seem more real than the day, because that's when what we have internalized comes out to be analysed or replayed.

Lucilla Carrillo February 21, 2013 at 10:19 PM I enjoyed reading this poem tonight. I hardly remember what I dream anymore, only bits and pieces. That makes me upset. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

Russell Sivey February 21, 2013 at 4:15 PM You write the most inspirational writes my friend! I truly loved reading this awesome poem this evening! What a superior piece, Great Work!!