gingerjon
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN R.I.P.
I wrote the first poem and Beryl changed a few words in the second poem, what's your thoughts on co-operation between poets ? any how read them and let me know John
Night dreams.
The night draws its curtain across the end of day
My weary body lays down to rest and dream away
As my eyes close, descends the silent mystery of sleep
That awakens fantasy dreams take shape and leap
Mr. Sandman opened the door to let me through
Happily here I can do anything I want to do
No barriers to block entry to this wonder world
Where adventurous places of joy unfurled
Freed at last from reality’s constraints of the day
No hindrances just freedom of movement at play
These dreams so real is like being in wonderland
It’s a pity they won’t last when they are so grand
But morning comes Mr. Sandman shuts the door
A new day begins as my feet hit the stone cold floor!
Night dreams.
The night draws its curtain across the end of the day
Time to lay my weary body down to rest and dream away
My eyes close and silence descends as I slide into sleep
And then from my mind the fantasy of dreams leap
Mr. Sandman opens up the door for me to go through
I pass through his door to do any thing I want to do
No barriers to block my entry to this wonder world
As these wondrous exciting places of joy unfurled
Freed from the reality of daily constraint
No disabilities to bear just freedom of movement
These dreams are so real it’s like being in wonderland
But dreams can't be going on like this so grand
Morning as come round to shut Mr. Sandman's door
And the reality of a new day as my feet hit the cold floor
Night dreams.
The night draws its curtain across the end of day
My weary body lays down to rest and dream away
As my eyes close, descends the silent mystery of sleep
That awakens fantasy dreams take shape and leap
Mr. Sandman opened the door to let me through
Happily here I can do anything I want to do
No barriers to block entry to this wonder world
Where adventurous places of joy unfurled
Freed at last from reality’s constraints of the day
No hindrances just freedom of movement at play
These dreams so real is like being in wonderland
It’s a pity they won’t last when they are so grand
But morning comes Mr. Sandman shuts the door
A new day begins as my feet hit the stone cold floor!
Night dreams.
The night draws its curtain across the end of the day
Time to lay my weary body down to rest and dream away
My eyes close and silence descends as I slide into sleep
And then from my mind the fantasy of dreams leap
Mr. Sandman opens up the door for me to go through
I pass through his door to do any thing I want to do
No barriers to block my entry to this wonder world
As these wondrous exciting places of joy unfurled
Freed from the reality of daily constraint
No disabilities to bear just freedom of movement
These dreams are so real it’s like being in wonderland
But dreams can't be going on like this so grand
Morning as come round to shut Mr. Sandman's door
And the reality of a new day as my feet hit the cold floor
