Dreams Help Heal

I walk through the world endlessly
My mind wonders restlessly

I press anger deep into my soul
Days turn to night, soon it will go

Faces of the past bring tears to my eyes
Tears of blood due to all the lies

The girl of my dreams wipes them with white cloth
To the skin it's like silk from the wings of a moth

Center my mind on the sound of her voice
Anger disappears on the base of that choice

Her eyes are bluer than the ocean
Looking at her is like making a sin

Her heart so pure it could save
Even my lonely self from the grave

A warm embrace my heart chants
Hoping she won't leave before given the chance

Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2006-04-07 at 19:44

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Kathy Lockhart
You express your feelings so well in this verse. I am amazed at the young talent on this site. well done....kathy

Sounds like inner decisions and determination surging to the surface!