Last night I dreamed of a green man
I've seen him before laughing, teasing
skulking around another door
the last time he needed appeasing
face of my addiction fades from memory
the endless nights of mysteries haunt me still
times of madness, chaos and gladness
love misplaced in time and space, the thrill
letting you go was painful and slow
gratitude abounds for the lessons learned
how deeply I loved you will never know
neither how deeply hurt when spurned
floating on dreams, watching them come true
in love deeper than I have ever been before
free of the past, only days of sweet contentment
I see his face clear, light, loving opening his door
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killea: Thank you Noel
prachtig June, ik heb ervan gesnoept ;-)
killea: Thank you so much, Tessy
it was me oh me oh me oh Lord .. standig in de need op pray
killea: I'm so pleased you could relate to my poem, Ivo
ik vind de titel niet zo, niet zo, niet zo, ... aantrekkelijk
de rest wel, zeker als er verbetering in zicht is
ha hi hu hôô
I really like this poem.
killea: thank you Greta
I just can't enough of your sweet poems June, more, more!
killea: Thank you Jan, have you read Genie and Cane Toad II?
killea: Thank you Angelface