WAKE ME NOT



The moment slumber gives way to the beckoning embrace of heavens light, I cry to thee;

Stop!

Do not rob me of my enchanted dreams!

Leave me in my tranquil moments of midnight bliss, where divine pleasures hold me intensely with my imagined lovers kiss.

Lift not these swollen comforters from my eyes to gaze upon a day that holds for me only empty moments, empty arms,

and an empty heart.

Allow me to stay just a moment longer within my nocturnal utopia, where I am free to dance and sing to the rhythmn of

my own inner drummer.

Where, in passionate moments of a twilight tryst my heart and my arms do hold a copious harvest born from the seeds I have sown, through the fields of my own insatiable imagination.









Copyright : 1996

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Afzal Shauq's picture

let me awake my sweet friend valerie the great lady... its very sweet piece and remind me something... love it.. hope you are all ok with sound health... wish see your sweet words being friend.. best of luck dear friend

Ali Saad's picture

How are you Valerie,
I am glad to get back here and read more of your beautiful poetry. I hoppe you are doing great. I will come back for more readings.
Ali

Lesa Gay's picture

Hi Val

I haven't seen you in such a long time I just had to take a few minutes to visit you tonight.

This of course was very beautiful! It reminds me so much of how I feel most days.

I hope that everything is well with you. Please drop by and visit me when you have the chance.

Love,
Lesa

Carmen Benjamin's picture

Ok.... our similarities are beginning to be kinda eerie. This poem, although it was written years ago seem like words of my own that I could not find a way to express. Sometimes I want to scream from deep inside, wake me not from my dreams. I want to live and be free even if it can only be ... in my dreams. In my dreams I'm loved for me, no barriers or bolders restricting me. In my dreams I dance for thats when I feel I am free.
~C.

Judy Costea's picture

Val,
What would our lives be like without our dreams. I shudder to think of never being able to dream. sometimes it seems to be all that gets me through another day.
Such a beautiful poem and very well understood.
Thank you for sharing your dream.
Judy