06-04-2015, 10:32 AM
A restful slumber, memories relived - GOOD OPENING LINE TO IMMEDIATELY DEFINE SUBJECT MATTER
The sound of distant voices a mere echo.
Light, heat, a pleasant feeling on my cheek
Dreams of epic endeavours, and I’m the hero. - THE USE OF THE WORD HERO COUPLED WITH THE NEXT LINE OF STANZA TWO CREATE THE IMAGE OF GOOD DREAMS "...troubles, all but forgotten". I LIKE THE FEEL OF PLEASANT SLEEP BEING CREATED
Past and present troubles, all but forgotten
As feathers cradle me like a mother’s breast. - AGAIN A SENSE OF SECURITY AND CLOSENESS TO "mother"
A world of my own temperament, created.
These dreams of my making, they do caress.
Yet, these things I see clearly crumble by reason
A world of my making impossible to realise.
They remain but dreams, a personal treason.
Lies hidden in plain sight, discovered in waking.
Time not regretted, but a break from reality
An escape from normality and the fears of mortality. - THEN THE ENDING DROPS THE NOTIONS OF PLEASANT SLEEP AND COMFORTING DREAMS DOWN TO A LOW OF REALIZATION THAT THE ONLY TRUTH IS THAT THE FEELINGS OF COMFORT AND SECURITY WERE ONLY MEMORIES AND CONJURINGS OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS.
IT IS A VERY NICE PEICE TO READ. THANK YOU
The sound of distant voices a mere echo.
Light, heat, a pleasant feeling on my cheek
Dreams of epic endeavours, and I’m the hero. - THE USE OF THE WORD HERO COUPLED WITH THE NEXT LINE OF STANZA TWO CREATE THE IMAGE OF GOOD DREAMS "...troubles, all but forgotten". I LIKE THE FEEL OF PLEASANT SLEEP BEING CREATED
Past and present troubles, all but forgotten
As feathers cradle me like a mother’s breast. - AGAIN A SENSE OF SECURITY AND CLOSENESS TO "mother"
A world of my own temperament, created.
These dreams of my making, they do caress.
Yet, these things I see clearly crumble by reason
A world of my making impossible to realise.
They remain but dreams, a personal treason.
Lies hidden in plain sight, discovered in waking.
Time not regretted, but a break from reality
An escape from normality and the fears of mortality. - THEN THE ENDING DROPS THE NOTIONS OF PLEASANT SLEEP AND COMFORTING DREAMS DOWN TO A LOW OF REALIZATION THAT THE ONLY TRUTH IS THAT THE FEELINGS OF COMFORT AND SECURITY WERE ONLY MEMORIES AND CONJURINGS OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS.
IT IS A VERY NICE PEICE TO READ. THANK YOU