carousel
Missing image
in the stillness of the night
I lie awake
riding a carousel
of hopes and desires
dreaming with open eyes
as the world about me turns

my sleepless dreams
give shape and form
to fleeting wisps of thought
images that appear in the ether
but have no substance

my thoughts
are a fairground
at times jumbled and chaotic
but other times
quiet and still
it is then
i take solace in my reverie

Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 10/7/2009 10:30:51 PM
A time of meditation to take account of all the ups and downs. Perhaps steel yourself for the next day. Good poem.

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--Helen Keller
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