From the Pocket of a Dream

*Do You Remember?*

Do you remember?

There were days when life seemed to play cruel games
in the whirl of confusion testing our fears
experimenting with our patience
laughing into our scared faces
painted with the dread

This love grown to the point beyond all shallowness
became a battle
It made us warriors
Our reflections in the legible mirror of hope

This love has revealed its true colours a long time ago
yet felt anxiety
unable to travel the distance

Do you remember?

It felt like standing outside the window
in cold
just beholding the warmth of the flames
wanting to come in
desperately in vain
while time painfully leaked
dropping through the imaginary fingers of endurance
so unmerciful to our souls
smothering us like a tormentor
along our misty road

The nasty stink of hate boiled to death
yet we lifted above it
in try to find a pleasent scent of light
in try to gather the strength

We learned the patience in an awaiting for the moment
when the right word spoken freed our wings
no longer chained with the cold steel of the unbearable distance

It brought the peace over my restless heart

And now
you are the only reason it still keeps beating on

© Eclipse 2008 – 2011
Shared on Carry on Tuesday


21 comments on “*Do You Remember?*

  1. ♡ The Tale Of My Heart ♡
    November 28, 2011

    lovely poem……… 🙂

  2. summer breeze
    March 31, 2011

    Lovely poem eclipse, life does play some cruel games sometimes, but each cruel game makes us stronger.
    Have a wonderful sunshiny weekend my friend.
    Hugs xxx

  3. Gloria
    March 31, 2011

    I love where the prompt took you….creative, beautiful response to the prompt. 🙂

    • eclipseofthemoon
      March 31, 2011

      Thank you for stopping by Gloria, I’ll visit your post soon 🙂

  4. The Poet Stefan
    March 30, 2011

    Yes I do remember darling….
    as are you the reason for mine.
    Love you.

  5. Whitesnake
    March 29, 2011

    Don’t ya just love it when it all comes together?

  6. Judy Hale Chiarito
    March 29, 2011

    “Dropping through the imaginary fingers of endurance” is my favorite line in this imaginative poem. Well done!

  7. Jingle
    March 29, 2011

    rich imaginations.
    well done.

  8. Kim Nelson
    March 29, 2011

    You cover nearly every possible emotion here. Intense, with a nice flow.

  9. Sam373
    March 29, 2011

    I’ve been there and became content to my dismay. Then I learned to live life and not let it live me.

  10. Lisa
    March 29, 2011

    Very powerful piece of work. I really enjoyed your take on this prompt. Look forward to reading more of your work.

    • eclipseofthemoon
      March 29, 2011

      Thank you very much Lisa, nice to meet you, you are welcome anytime 🙂

  11. Paulo Guimaraes
    March 29, 2011

    Such a heartfelt spirit you have, good stuff!

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