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 writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. 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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  30. A lovely love poem.

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