My Dream
While sitting alone and when I sleep,
So may visions of you, I’ll always keep.
Your voice travels through my closed mind,
Penetrating my senses, making my thoughts bind.
Pictures of you dance, dreamily now I see you there,
Goodness knows why or how, but you are on my chair!
You’re taking to me, so loud and clear,
But this cannot be, I can barely hear.
Talking nonsense while my silhouette sat, so still and silent listening,
Mumbling about a baseball bat, whilst always your eyes are glistening.
So passionate now the words flow, from those rosy lips.
How could I compare I do not know, I’ll try and give you the slip.
In the meadow now and you are there, I tried to run and hide.
But you saw me and without a care, you sat down by my side.
I know it’s a dream that’s why I’m trying;
Not to scream “I love you” then just start crying.
I realise the words are true but sadly the dream is not!
I do love you this is true whether you love me back or not.
As in my dream I want for you thought reality’s there to forbid,
I know you do not want me to but my dreamy mind can kid!
By Becky Clemett - 3rd March 1999
Forbidden
The morning fresh and clean,
The wind wild, yet not threatening;
She wanders aimlessly in a cloud,
Of her own unfulfilled dreams.
Every morning it is the same,
Waiting, wanting, then needing.
Why does she waste her time?
Does she not know, it’s forbidden?
Walking along a dreamy path,
Her blind love walks straight through her.
He does not see,
He does not know?
Does he have a vague realisation?
But, to ignore is easier,
He knows it’s forbidden.
They walk through the town,
No eyes, no ears not knowing.
Suddenly, they see, they hear, they know.
Across millions of hours, they find each other.
They walk linked by the arm,
Knowing it’s forbidden.
What will they say?
Their unseeing eyes will never know,
No-one will ever know;
Except them.
By Becky Clemett - 20th March 1997
Impossible
His world caged around him.
Many times partially seeing eyes,
Stared through her.
Worlds interlocked,
So many obstacles in the way.
Eyes of realisation,
Stare across the many hurdles.
Flattery will cushion her life.
Words meant to charm,
Slime over her lungs.
No escape from the past;
The future so near,
Yet still so far away.
Lingering hopes,
Stifled by the ever present knowledge;
Their worlds would never fuse.
Differences, can they be overcome?
Is it worth the pain?
Of a cracked heart!
No matter how much she denies,
She will always be hidden from him.
Surrounded by whispering words,
Lost in the mists of life and time.
She sees no lights to guide her,
No voices to soothe her.
She falls into despair,
With less life in her windows.
Lead hangs from her bent spine,
Help is non-existent.
She must face it alone.
Eyes that see only him,
Suddenly misted with tears.
Dishes that hear only whispers,
Smashed by lies.
There is no escape,
Life is impossible!
By Becky Clemett - 8th July 1997
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