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Still Dreaming

by Thomas K. Hunt

On my knees in Haddy's lawn
I can see you on the street
I can't tell if it's dusk or dawn
Your sister is at your feet
Carnival lights at Gonzes place
Shed a light upon the truth
They flash like beacons on your face
I'm still dreaming of you

Big John's always glad to see me
A stretched out hand for mine
He's always as warm as he can be
I can count on him every time
Then I'm back where I used to be
I find it all hard to be true
It's only me looking back at me
I'm still dreaming of you

Imprisoned in this mind of mine
Locked away between my fears
Are the dreams that fill my head at night
They have lingered all these years
Do you dream in color?
I know I dream in blue
To know you is to love you
I'm still dreaming of you

Lonely faces in shadowed nights
Creep between the broken light
Whisper in the wind things I cannot hear
They always seem to reappear
Piercing eyes that gaze at me
They cut right through the heart of me
Leaving trails of endless hopes
They lead to somewhere, but who really knows?
You've always had this hold on me
Stealing my soul in a midnight dream
Revealed to me behind sleeping eyes
The way you were in a time gone by
It always seems so real and true
Until I find I'm still dreaming of you

10/30/1979

Posted on 10/11/2014
Copyright © 2020 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by June Labyzon on 10/21/14 at 09:41 PM

I love poems that use personal names instead of pronouns, it is intimate and as though the writer is letting us in his/her secret little world.

Posted by Kris Mara on 03/27/15 at 12:16 AM

such a rich piece, full of images and sounds combined to pull at something inside of me...it refers to dreaming, but is so real and honest and crafted so well...and this is one of those times I really just want to stop and say that I'm so glad I got to read this today...

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