The Falling Dream

 

Floating and falling,
being not dreaming.
I seep through the sand just for you.
Wailing not screaming,
Full-filling my feeling.
I come to the crowd just we two.

Alive at the death,
two as one with one breath.
We will dance on the Rivers of Red.
Climb to the banks,
through the soldiers and ranks.
There to shed our dead skin where we bled.

Together we will be,
through blind eyes we will see.
As a purple haze covers the land.
We will run in the sky,
and in the blink of an eye.
We will leap off this world hand in hand.

 

Terence Richard Rowlands

 

Copyright ©2003 Terence Richard Rowlands

 

This poem was written for a POETRY competition on the web-site ,

www.poetry.com

and got very well received , in fact it got me the award of

INTERNATIONAL POET OF MERIT.

The poem was also entered into a published book of poetry and I was

also one of 33 poets whoose poem was submitted to be read

by a professional onto an audio CD and CASSETTE called

"THE SOUND OF POETRY"