Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 20, 2018

Dream~by Patrick Kevin O’Shea


 

 

Dream

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Nightime passes by, as I drift within my sleep . Mind still awake, in distant lands, so dark and deep .

Silver swords with battle cries .Where monsters lurch with wicked stark staring eyes .

I fight against one, but then it is four .But then before my eyes, they split to many more .

I turn to escape, with slow motion strides .to try and get away , to where I cannot hide .

Then people whisper, from my past . Loved ones that I once knew, now sadly pased .

They guide me to, safe haven masks . Where demons never roam, to spread there deadly tasks

With wide open fields, and golden sunshine rays . Where deep blue sky’s reign , in forever happy days .

Where people give and live, but never ever die . With dancing smiling faces, that never ever cry .

Then as I drift in shift , to awake from this deep sleep .This dream I had in past, within my mind will always keep .

Poetry by
Patrick
Copyright Written by
Patrick Kevin O’Shea
19/01/2018

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