- LOVE, if I weep it will not matter,
- And if you laugh I shall not care;
- Foolish am I to think about it,
- But it is good to feel you there.
- Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, --
- White and awful the moonlight reached
- Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
- There was a shutter loose, -- it screeched!
- Swung in the wind, -- and no wind blowing! --
- I was afraid, and turned to you,
- Put out my hand to you for comfort, --
- And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
- Under my hand the moonlight lay!
- Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
- But if I weep it will not matter, --
- Ah, it is good to feel you there!
Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place.
Saturday, July 8, 2017
The Dream
Illustration: Where Have All Your Dreams Gone by Joel Robison
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