Summer Night, Albert Bloch, 1913
Photograph courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales
I saw you
Among those people
Not ordinary people
Like you and me
I called you
You didn't hear
Maybe you pretended
That you didn't see
I reached out
To touch you
You didn't move
To take my hand
You stood there
Cold and distant
Yet perfectly smooth
Cobalt blue crystal
You stood there
Cold and distant
Yet perfectly smooth
Cobalt blue crystal
I cried out
Called your name
My pillow's wet
From dreaming tears
Barbara M Lake ©
Trinidad WI
September 2012
Sometimes dreams are so elusive, aren't they? You have captured that sensation so vividly here, Bee. The ethereal sense of dreams certainly works well with this prompt. Thanks for sharing your dreamy thinking.
ReplyDeleteYes they are. When I first saw it I thought 'crystal' so have added another stanza!
DeleteThey have that ghostly/dreamlike sheen to them don't they? I like the sense of sadness you have invoked here.
ReplyDeleteYes. It was a sad dream and it's nice that you caught that.
DeleteYes, they are ghosts and you brought that forward with subtlety. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it
DeleteOrdinary people? Not YOU!!
ReplyDeleteYes, ME!!!
DeleteThis sounds like one of my dreams, Bee...well done...
ReplyDeleteThank you - I don;t like these kinds of dreams
DeleteThank you Lyn
ReplyDeleteDreams like that are so unsettling. I hope your dreams are usually sweeter:-)
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