davidwu@violet.berkeley.edu.berkeley.edu (/violet_b/davidwu) (06/18/86)
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I composed this poem in a dream about a lover
who had grown spiritually distant...and jumped out of
bed at 3AM to get it down. I couldn't remember the
exact wording, but it wasn't too different.
Does anyone else have dream-poems they've composed?
Lost Tears
If only you could feel my tears now,
and in the touch wash away
the barriers of time and memory,
healing our broken faith.
Won't you accept my tears?
They are the lost children of our love.
They wander across my cheeks
searching for your lips,
but die finding my pillow.
One night, I fell into you,
our eyes locked in embrace.
Our eyes were once deep, soulfull wells
reflective with intimacy --
Now we've found the tears beneath.
We drift apart on a silent river
till I can hardly see you.
How will my tears touchttp@kestrel.UUCP (06/21/86)
In article <861@jade.BERKELEY.EDU>, davidwu@violet.berkeley.edu.berkeley.edu (/violet_b/davidwu) writes: > > I composed this poem in a dream about a lover > .. > Does anyone else have dream-poems they've composed? Well, I didn't get the whole poem, if there was one, but I once woke up remembering a line that struck me: "Isles and mystics of baby truth" or maybe "Aisles and mystics of baby truth" I don't know if "baby truth" meant "truth as baby's know it" or something more like "incipient truth". Anyway it could be a name for a rock band. -tom-- Tom Pressburger ttp@kestrel.arpa