sequel to an earlier poem - 'o night, night'


the dreams i dream...


when the night closes my eyes,
a soft serene
falls as silken rain
upon my bruises
and my pain...

when the moon stills my cries.
a sweet demesne
drifts as broken tears
across my worries
and my fears...

when the darkness falls,
and sleep my heart calls,
i dream...

...i dream,
that my rags turn to velvet;
that my sweat turns to dew;
that my frowns turn to smiles;
that my labour, to my soul, is true...

...i dream,
that the clods
in the crags
all turn to gold;
that the drops
in the stream
all turn to silver;
i dream that i age,
but never grow old;
that misery
calls me a stranger...

...i dream,
that sadness begins an endless sleep;
that strife, my sighs, never again will reap;
that the wind i see
flowing over a thornless lea,
is the eternal breath;
the master of death...

...of all this i dream
as i always dream,
when the moon stills my cries,
and the night closes my eyes...



Poetry by INDRAN REDDY
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 19:25

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Zoya Zaidi
"when the moon stills my cries.
a sweet demesne
drifts as broken tears
across my worries
and my fears..."

&

"...i dream,
that the clods
in the crags
all turn to gold;
that the drops
in the stream
all turn to silver;
i dream that i age,
but never grow old;
that misery
calls me a stranger..."

Can be examples of lessons in poetry writing!!
Language is your slave, words flow like honey from your lips!!
I have said this before, and will say it again-
"This is real poetry!"

thanks INDRAN for being here on the bay!!
2005-10-29