Dreaming.

Some people dream
of future things
of being crooks
and being kings.

Stealing off
an angel’s wings
or flexing jewel-
encrusted fing(er)s.

Others dream of
times well missed.
Elusive girls
they should have kissed,

but vanished into
time and mists.
These vain longings
persist.

Yet those of us
who grasp at meaning,
alas! our hearts
are bleeding
We’re just dreaming
of dreaming.

4 comments

  1. lissa · September 24, 2007

    Favorite line is the last one – “We’re just dreaming of dreaming.” That could describe most of us. Lovely poem.

  2. zaphodfreek · September 24, 2007

    Thanks
    :]

  3. raeofsunshine · September 25, 2007

    I like it!
    I’m pretty sure someday when I own a house and I paint graffiti on the walls, I’m using some of your writing. hope that’s ok by you 🙂

  4. zaphodfreek · September 26, 2007

    Haha!
    I would be honoured.
    As long as I get an invite to come over some time……I’ll come too.

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