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Array ( [sid] => 70082 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sleepseeing [time] => 2004-11-04 04:40:20 [hometext] => Where reality finds its only haven, and dreamers worlds resumed; shards of memories, sunk deep within the realms of wakeful conscious... [bodytext] => Quietly, gingerly, breathlessly

Tiptoe past the hands
The drugged,
stalking seconds finally forgotten
Thumping in fear of waking them up

Stealthily, covertly, silently;
Muffled dins of excavation,
Concealed in fervent keepsakes
Flickering slightly to the gleam of once-bright eyes

Weakly, paradoxically, gently
Cradling found memories gone gold
King Midas' touch tainted by the tendrils of time

Life, leeched out and turned cold
Heavy in hands
Shackled to reality

Forgetting, awaking...

Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock....

[...as if] life goes on. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 14 [informant] => EternitysLyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )

Sleepseeing

Contributed by EternitysLyre on Thursday, 4th November 2004 @ 04:40:20 AM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

Quietly, gingerly, breathlessly

Tiptoe past the hands
The drugged,
stalking seconds finally forgotten
Thumping in fear of waking them up

Stealthily, covertly, silently;
Muffled dins of excavation,
Concealed in fervent keepsakes
Flickering slightly to the gleam of once-bright eyes

Weakly, paradoxically, gently
Cradling found memories gone gold
King Midas' touch tainted by the tendrils of time

Life, leeched out and turned cold
Heavy in hands
Shackled to reality

Forgetting, awaking...

Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock....

[...as if] life goes on.

Copyright © EternitysLyre ... [ 2004-11-04 04:40:20]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Sleepseeing (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Thursday, 4th November 2004 @ 04:47:44 AM AEST
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Very different style for you, but I love it.
You always have such depth to your writes.

Very well done
Barkeep!
Larry

Re: Sleepseeing (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 06:30:59 AM AEST
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This reminded me of a special experience I had a few years ago visiting my grandparent's house. I practically grew up there, but hadn't been there in years.
When I opened the door and stepped in my memory rushed back in a flood of sights, sounds, colors, and smells.
Obviously moving stuff.
Stitch

Re: Sleepseeing (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 14th November 2008 @ 04:45:40 AM AEST
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This reminds me a lot of when I studied dreams. I wanted to say....keep a note pad on your night stand and immediately write down your dream before you forget it but alas, you had forgotten it before you woke. I'm sleepy, saw the titled, picked it to read. It fits right in to where my head is at. Hmmm, I think... cause I'm Shackled to reality and it is real, therefore, I must remember to go to sleep now. But before I go, I must say, you are a genius with metaphors and imagery.

Tim

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