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SLEEPWALKER

SOMEWHERE INSIDE LIES THE TRUTH,
FRAGILE MYSTERIES OF OUR YOUTH.
SOME LONG LASTING DESIRABLE URGE,
WHEN HUMAN SOULS BEGIN TO MERGE.
STORIES SIMPLY LEFT UNTOLD,
DEVOTED IS AN UNDYING SOUL.
HERE AND IN THE AFTER LIFE,
WHAT EMOTIONS DESIRES STIR.
WHO IS IT THAT I REACH TO HOLD,
IN THIS WORLD SO DESOLATE AND COLD,
SECRETLY I COUNT THE DAYS GO BY,
KNOWING I MUST WATCH YOU FLY.
SEEMED WE JUST MET YESTERDAY,
WITH OPEN EYES YOU’VE FLOWN AWAY.
MY WINTER CHILL,
MY SUMMER HEAT,
MY AUTUMN BREEZE,
MY SPRING RETREAT.
UNCONSCIOUS AS THIS MAY SEEM,
YOU SLEEPWALK INTO MY DREAMS…

WRITTEN BY: RL BEAN
COPYRIGHT © 2004

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Comments

  • Mary Campbell
    Mary Campbellalmost 7 years ago

    Very nice Richie, I feel you could be writing my weekend thoughts. Funny how one poem touches anothers inner dimensions.

  • flower68
    flower68over 6 years ago

    that is so absolutely beautiful.

  • Thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate all feed back.

    – Richelle

  • flower68
    flower68over 6 years ago

    this would go lovely with an image.Unfortunatly I can’t think of one straight up..

  • pagan
    paganabout 5 years ago

    Truly hearfelt writing, I really like my spring retreat … what a beautiful idea! :-)

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