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Walking Dream

by Richard Vince

The clouds fill the sky
Under which I walk
And they are all I need
Apart from a road

Now I am safe...
The clouds protect me
From the cold, cruel stars
And the eerie, silvery sheen
Of the icy moonlight

So, I have only artificial light to guide me
The light I have known all my life
The waking unreality in which I live
A vain attempt to turn the night
Into the safety of the day

You can kill the danger...
But never the solitude
Never the fear that haunts us
Fear of darkness, of lack of light
Of losing the way
And of blindness

All we need is a way
And somewhere at the end of it

I had somewhere to walk...
But I woke up
And realised it wasn't real

12/03/2000

Posted on 01/13/2005
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 01/14/05 at 04:54 AM

Still we all have somewhere to walk! Evocative, and hauntingly beautiful.

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