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Astral Projection
A while back you told me
'In our dreams, we can meet
If we work really hard
And know no defeat'
I figured it out
I go to the same place each night
Your body is there
But your soul's out of sight
Each 'dream' is the same
To a certain extent
The food, our clothes, and blanket
Even where we went..
We have such a beautiful picnic
Under a big tree
With the flowers around us
Swaying in the breeze
I'm laying in your arms
Knowing 'I am where I should be'
As I am sure you already know
You complete me
Im wearing my long white skirt
The one that you bought me
And a tank top and flip flops
You call me a 'hottie'
The whole point
Of my astral projection
Was for us to meet in our dreams
And share our affection
But if I am pouring my heart out
And you aren't there to hear it
Then our relationship is going nowhere
I need your help to steer it
So meet me tonight
Under your mamaw's tree
Bring the blanket
And wear your blue jeans
I really like this poem (I am
I really like this poem (I am unfamiliar with your Poetry overall), and I applaud its metaphysical tone. The second stanza is exceptionally wise as a description not only of the metaphysical experience that the poem presents, but of a lot of ordinary and earthbound relationships (some of mine, from my youth, included). From time to time, the rhymes seem to stumble a bit, especially in the final stanza where they should be the most rigorously precise in order to deliver a parting emphasis as the poem concludes; but other than that, this is a most distinguished poem.
Starward
Everything you dream is a
Everything you dream is a reflection of some part of yourself that needs attention. We have the ability to (in the conscious stae) recall the dream and identify feelings ignored in the conscious state to allow us insight into what we deny about ourselves. After a while it becomes what is called 'intuition' or insight...some people have great difficulty identifying and admitting to deep seeded emotions...dreams help in that way, but when the mind becomes conditioned to remember this natural way of renewing and redeeming itself...it just happens ans we make the choice to remember or not. Just my thoughts about a subject we know too little of. Too little money pkaced into research on sleep, dreams, and how the mind works. It may be different for each person and too complex for even science and technology to sort out and perhaps that is why.
.....I like the cuteness you express at the end... :-)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
a poem of wisdom... the body
a poem of wisdom... the body is eventually nothing without the soul
Great Job
OMG best one yet! The descriptive words allows the reader a sneak peak into your Relationship.
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