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Poetry: Heartbreak & Healing
Dreamer
by Basil Kincaid

Soul asleep, mind left deep in an unfamiliar dream,
My body shivers as I catch my self at a loss of breath,
The icy waters bite my being,
safety blocked by a sheet of impenetrable glass,
Beating faster my heart is the dead weight
plummeting me fiercely closer to my wandering grave
Yet, I see a light, radiant and true, guiding me away from destruction
I Flee this earth for I am weak,

Transcending my existence to find myself in the comfort of familiar yet foreign arms,
I melt into her silky presence as the sun rises,
Its rays glow through me to accentuate her beauty
the graceful flow and soft lines of her countenance and being are glorified,
Pulled closer she nurture me like a lioness watching over each defiant cub,
as I sink deeper into the unearthly bliss that engulfs us both,
My tattered heart is slowly mended as we share a gentle kiss

I awaken from this glorious dream to the stark realization that it was a dream,
And that heavenly pleasure may not be attained on this earth,
Because love fades faster than the purest silver tarnishes
My heart quivers at the feeling of a warm tear
rolling down their familiar path on my used cheeks,
My eyes are as riverbeds waiting for the rains while my cheeks
Are the worn rocks, rubbed of all roughness from the constant flow of tears.

Soul asleep, mind at peace in a familiar dream.
Now my love wraps around her,
my arms are blankets shielding her from peril
While soothing her with my warm placid touch,
she is my existence.
The air I breathe comes from her calm lungs,
The water that replenishes my tired soul is the nectar from her sweet lips.
The rays of joy that uplift my spirits beam from her beautiful eyes
The silk that wraps my loins is spun from the finest strands of her hair,
And at last the blood that runs warm in my veins
is the endless love that radiates from her heart.

Again snatched from my dreams,
flung back into reality to come to the understanding that,
My heart needs restoration,
my only true feelings are realized in the subconscious
for in reality I am at the brink of my fall,
wearing a jovial mask to hide my appearance.
I live in my shadow to hide from pain.
Yet the familiar face of love I still find coming closer.
In her foreign arms I find ecstasy,
her warm smile feeds happiness.
One day, my dreams will no longer be dreams,
in her fair presence I will arrive at peace.
I will no longer be enslaved by my bottled emotions
for I will have a release in her,
My love will flourish and in me her love will be my light,
we will unearth peace in each others arms

I find myself in a dream
Not foreign, yet not familiar,
For now, I am living my dreams,
Love is my light, her hand is my path.

 
 
 
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