I’ve often cause to wonder, when in lucid dreams I stray,
I seem as always I have felt,
The rounded chin, the wrinkles melt.
This other self in dreams appears still young and slim today?
No. More than this.
Though it’s me, yet bones more slight, the eyes more free,
Familiar as a glance may be, me … yet not me.
“Why?” I ask.
A dream voice answers, clear as a bell.
“You’re in disguise, ’tis but a shell.”
I ponder then upon my bed disguises others bear.
The crippled form, the ugly face,
May one day be interfaced
True beauty hid within a husk
That one day shall be turned to dust.
On that day we shall see.
Just what was hid from you and me.
Wow I just came across your blog today and I am speechless.. you are amazing..your words beautiful yet melanconic and insightful ♥
Thanks for such lavish praise! I’m a little sick today for the third consecutive day so your comment was a great pick me up. Thanks again!
Ohh you are always welcome.. i went through some other posts of yours too and belive me i am left so much inspired .. lovely..and please.. take care.. i hope u get well soon ♡
thanks!
Beautiful!
thanks and thanks for dropping by. Have a great weekend)
Beautiful poetry.
thank you! (Learning from you!)
I am humbled! Peace to you.
Beautifully written thoughts…
I’m sO looking forward to that day! 🙂 ♥ ❤
Me too, I can’t wait, I’m sure I’m going to cry when I see some of those beautiful faces where the heart has finally shone through!
Yup… There we’ll meet on that beautiful shore 🙂 ♥ ❤
I look forward to seeing you there one day!
Me too to see you! 😇 💕 ♥ ❤