Or are you a gift We empower you to make beautiful, meaningful, handmade creations. WHAT DREAMS MAY COME Had I been dreaming? From what my dreams have come… some lost souls wake in the fog. When you first smile or wave bye-bye Page How proud I feel –
Nothing can destroy the spirit. What Dreams May Come Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro - Poem Hunter, For the Dark Muse and Paul Valéry July 2013 Out West. And how proud I am – that you are my son perdition is the weeping willow. where there is sunrise. I cradle you near me As you grow older and learn new ways You tiptoe boldly through this earth’s maze How proud I feel – When you first smile or wave bye-bye Only a feeling understood between a mother and her son, Had I been dreaming? My realisation has now arrived WHAT DREAMS MAY COME I once dreamt of unconditional love The nurturing and caring Of a mother to her son Then the clouds parted and there you were Had I been dreaming Or are you a gift From what dreams may come… Your innocence and looks of amazement As yo They should feel the same about their lives.”,“Failures plagued me. this life deserts it's path of livelihood. As you stand tall with your bag on your back Add your poems, quotes, or title ideas to share with other members. Only a feeling understood between a mother and her son, Exclusive coupons, project ideas & free classes. Then the clouds parted and there you were Warrior (1999). Follow us on your favorite social networks for news and inspiration! From what dreams may come…. Or are you a gift From what dreams may come…. An understanding – that said it all: This quiet place, where dreams this way comeOn the mesa they lie, mute against timeImpartial clouds pattern the valley floorThat view and sky forever going onWhen wayward thoughts demand, how rewardingThis long vista of calm lucidity What grace of light, what pure words go to formThe manifest destiny of rhythmWhat tranquil peace can be drawn from this sourceWhen the sun rises on the horizon, The air is sparkling; dream is certaintyPure reverie of an eternal causeSure treasure, simple shrine to forever, Palpable calm, visceral reticence, Proud-lidded eye, wonder wherein there wellsunder desolation, such depth of sleepSilence, mirrors in my soul, reflectedand cold, proof of myriad untold truthsTemple of time, in a brief sigh bounded, to this rare height, flawed though I, and girtedby the horizons of a grief filled eyeAnd, like her proposed supreme offering, that coruscation ultimately breedsa callous indifference in the skyEven as the dread meaning is absorbed, Even as within the mouth, words dying, changing into doubt through dissolution, So to my desultory soul declaredAll breath transfigured into breathless air, And breathe soon a final emanationBeautiful dream, true dream, could I have changedAfter such arrogance, after so muchidleness; strange, yet full of potencyOpen to these silent searing spacesOver sepulchral homes, shadow passes, Soul laid bare to a midnight damnationApparition appears; spirit subduesAn impartial light admired and yet feared, whose attraction is merciless, and yearnsto pull back, to the original placeLook at the light; but to look does implyno less a somber moiety of shadeFor myself, deep down within, wonderingat the quick, the poem's holy fount, betweenthe void and this pure power, I beseechthe intimations of a secret proofSensual, dark, and eternal reserveDepths deceptively beyond mortal reachBut know you, protector of the beyond, gulf which casts up her forbidden passion, secret which dazzles so, through eyes wide shutWhat body drags to its lingering endWhat mind draws it to this bone-covered groundA star broods there on all that I have lostClosed, hallowed, full of insubstantial fireMorsel of truth to hope given overThis poem, ruled by its flambeaux, pleases soA place all cold, stone, and dark wood, shuddersso much, surrounded, so many shadows: The tombs, asleep, on the faithful prairieKeep away those who were not forgivenA solitary with the cowboy's smileRoundup and pasture long the mysteries, The snow-white herd of the long undisturbedDrive far away from here the righteous ones, the vain daydreams, those with questioning eyesNow understood; never is a long timeThe brittle words founder on the dry windAll burnt up, used up, drawn up in the airto some ineffably altered answerLife enlarged, drunk with annihilationAnd bitterness is sweet, the spirit clearThey lie easy, hidden away, silentAll their mysteries released on the windMotionless hour, thoughts aloft in the blueBrood on and on; a self-deluded themeFor all that was done, must accept as isUnbounded words and perfect descriptionI am what's changing secretly in youI am the only outlet for your fearsPenitence, doubts, debauched desiresThese are the flaws within divided prideBut in the heavy night, ensconced in stoneUncover the truth behind her shadowSlowly come over to the other sideTo a cold impervious what may comeFor the truth has swallowed the deceptionInto evermore the gift of life, passedThe personal grace, the soul now preservedDust and wind now swirling where tears once fellSharp, ardent cries of those whom love once teasedThe eyes, furtive glances, moistly closingThe pretty touch that gambles with the flameThe crimson blood shining; willing lips yieldThe last gift, and the flesh trembling and hotAll gone to hereafter, back whence it cameGreat soul, does hope yet lie waiting somewhereTo find some dream without the lying eyesThat wave on wave offers to stir desireSighing still when but in a thin cold airBut all perishes; things of flesh and boneAs is, divine impatience also diesLurking immortality, alluringLaurelled consoler scary to behold, Death is a womb, a mother's breast, she feignsThe fine illusion, damn the pious trickWho does not know, and who is not made illThat empty skull, that everlasting grinWay deep down there, derelict, despondentWhom such a weight of regret overspreadsWho directs so, in whose steps all is lostReal soul devourer, unanswerableNot for all that sleep under the tormentLife is his meat, and flesh is still his host'Love, ' shall it be said? There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. What dreams may come And all is done I will always be here Through the tears Laughs and fears I’ll be waiting for you I’ll kiss your tears Make you laugh And chase your fears away I’ll never leave your side Now I see how life will be But never will I be gone What dreams may come And tears released And all that is thought to be done Now I know how it feels You give me a nod and a reassuring smile Your first day at school All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). From what dreams may come…. As you are overwhelmed with new found abilities Page Welcome back. There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. whatever dreams may come. in an aisle of darkness. You will become an adult soon Had I been dreaming? What dreams may come may come in peace What dreams may come may come as fields of roaming grains kissed by a breeze What dreams may come when one is whole and eyes the field as endless wonder planted by a higher power What dreams may come may come in jerks of memories lost from years gone by now brought to life as one just sleeps What dreams may come may come as real as real … This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Of a mother to her son, This quiet place where dreams this way comeOn the mesa they lie mute against timeImpartial clouds pattern the valley floor. “You have taught me well and I am proud to be your son” Your innocence and looks of amazement I look into your future of what may be Your first day at school As we bond like only a mother can with her son What Dreams May Come poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro. From what dreams may come…. I wasn’t just dreaming You tiptoe boldly through this earth’s maze Or are you a gift What Dreams May Come Poem by Isabella Epona - Poem Hunter. “It’s time to explore my own dreams now Mum” I once dreamt of unconditional love enrichments. no one thinks of the violinist. Or are you a gift The nurturing and caring From what dreams may come…. You ARE the gift As you grow older and learn new ways I look into your future of what may be All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). Had I been dreaming? or, 'Hatred of self'Her secret truth so intimate with meThat any name would suit her well enoughEnough that she can see, will, entice, touchMy flesh delights her, under her caressLiving but as a morsel of her lifeWarrior poet, cruel philosopherPierces then with arrow after arrowthat hum, reverberate, too late to fleeThe pure pain giving life, the arrow thrillsOnly the sun; shadows to overcomeSoul, giant strides left standing and waitingNow, the future futility unfoldsShattered memories, meditation's moldTo drink in the wind's reviving, or notA freshness, exhalation of the plains, Restores souls with life-breathing potencyTo run at the wind, hurled back to livingMighty wind with such wild frenzies giftedHer hair, sifted, shines in the mountain sunAll over, images, her skin glistens, Creature supreme, drunk on her ardent fleshIn a tumult like the deepest passionBite at her quivering curvaceous curvesThe wind is rising; consummation loomsA huge sigh overwhelms, pleasure consumesWords explode out with a surging exhaleSo, here among the silent departed, the final step taken in this journeyHere in this quiet place, what dreams may come© 2013 Cowboy Coleridge All rights reserved. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. but only they could fathom it's brighter. What dreams may comeAnd all is doneI will always be hereThrough the tearsLaughs and fearsI’ll be waiting for youI’ll kiss your tearsMake you laughAnd chase your fears awayI’ll never leave your sideNow I see how life will beBut never will I be goneWhat dreams may comeAnd tears releasedAnd all that is thought to be doneNow I know how it feelsTo love what can’t be lovedWhat dreams may comeAnd life is doneYou will always be hereI’ll run through the painted mountaintopsAnd swim through the seaJust to hear your voiceBefore I say good-byeAnd now I bid goodbye to my fairytaleAnd carry on my lifeI’ll see youAnd you’ll hear meBut never will I be goneWhat dreams may comeAnd tears releasedAnd all that is thought to be doneNow I know how it feelsTo love what can’t be lovedWhat dreams may comeAnd I am doneI will always be hereI will not laughI will not cryBut I still will love youI’ll live here nowIn my heavenIn my painted worldOf harmony and melodiesAnd now we must say our goodbyesBut never will I be goneWhat dreams may comeAnd tears releasedAnd all that is thought to be doneNow I know how it feelsTo love what can’t be lovedWhat dreams may comeAnd we are doneWords will always be hereThough they breakWith every breath we takeWe carry on each dayAnd now I see how it will beWhen life passes you byAnd now I seeHow life should beWithout you here by meBut never will I be goneWhat dreams may comeAnd tears releasedAnd all that is thought to be doneNow I know how it feelsTo love what can’t be lovedWhat dreams may comeAnd death is doneLife will always be hereI never thoughtThat this would beMy ending storyThe starts are brightIn your eyesBut you will never hear meWith my songOf sweet melodyBut never will I be goneWhat dreams may comeAnd tears releasedAnd all that is thought to be doneNow I know how it feelsTo love what can’t be lovedWhat dreams may comeAnd the song is doneTo caress me awayI leave you nowAs will the painGoodbye my loveAnd all my love goes to youAs I walk awayExcept your fateAs I have doneAnd to this very dateI will never be goneFolk Song.

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