Dreamer

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If I could dream a dawn
Into existence
It would wear your face
In its sleep.
If I could dream a morning
It would wake to your breath,
A pillowed silhouette against the dawn,
The space between filled with warmth
And the tenderness
Of tangled legs.
If I could dream a sunrise,
It would hear our voices, laughing,
Recreating ourselves
To match the perfection
Of golden light.
Why dream a morning?
All I need to do
Is open my eyes
And wake.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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68 Responses to Dreamer

  1. davidprosser says:

    That’s breathtaking Sue.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

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  2. Bernadette says:

    So much love contained in your words.

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  3. adeleulnais says:

    Beautiful, Sue. xx

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  4. Éilis Niamh says:

    I love this! So beautiful.

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  5. You do write such beautiful words, Sue.

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  6. This is truly stunning, Sue. Brought tears to my eyes. 🙂

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  7. Erik says:

    Having gotten some tender glimpses into your life on the whole, this takes on a new layer of meaning still.

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  8. Rae Longest says:

    This is simply lovely in its simplicity: calming, inspiring and beautiful. Your poetry is so REAL.

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  10. balroop2013 says:

    Profound, perfectly dreamy yet real! Sue you can create magic with your words!

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  11. An absolutely dreamy poem. Romantic. Sweet. Sigh.

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  12. Erika Beebe says:

    I enjoyed your poem so much. Wow!

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  13. Such a beautiful piece, Sue. I found my way here via Diana. I’m now following your blog as well. Thank you for sharing such beautiful words. 🙂

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  14. Beautiful, Sue. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  15. jillys2016 says:

    The freshness of your phrasing is outstanding!

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  16. I see and read this poem as a surrealism of poetic beauty wrapped in creative delight of metaphors. Amazing write. 🙂

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  17. Love and dawn, two beautiful concepts. I love the way you wove them together.

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  18. Frank Hubeny says:

    It is good to dream of having what one already has and all one needs to do is wake up.

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  19. You left me quite breathless!❤️ This is beautiful!

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  20. So enjoyed this poem of love and especially the ending, Sue. Hope to see more of you here at dVerse.

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  21. Bev says:

    Sunrise and the reassurance of a new day and renewed love. Lovely,.

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  22. Love the tenderness of this love… and the imagery.

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  23. kim881 says:

    It’s a pleasure to see you at the dVerse Poets Pub, Sue! I hope you become a regular.
    Your poem is stunning, with its dreaminess and wistfulness, and written with love. I particular enjoyed the image of:
    ‘A pillowed silhouette against the dawn,
    The space between filled with warmth
    And the tenderness
    Of tangled legs’.
    And I love the ending! 😉

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  24. Ayala says:

    Beautiful poem!

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  25. So much you see in those skies and in “you”! You are blessed. Wonderful.

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  26. annell4 says:

    Perhaps that is often the answer? “Open your eyes.”

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  27. Bodhirose says:

    Yes, why dream it if you can just awaken and there it is but I suppose nice to have it in a dream as well. Just lovely. Thanks for sharing at dVerse!
    Gayle ~

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  28. Imelda says:

    Beautiful piece. 🙂

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  29. Beautiful. I always think of Zhuangzi when waking and dreaming are brought into play.

    “Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.”

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