Oneiros onerous.

[jaydee]

I've been playing Fallout 3 lately, with a mod that increases the number of period (read: 50s) songs on the in game radio immensely. I shouldn't be surprised to find there are many popular 50s songs I love, including 'Dream a little dream of me'.

And speaking of dreams, a poem on the subject:

With tender words and softer kisses, dreams
bring sweetness to the loneliest of nights.
Soft focus on her hair and face, it seems
like something from a film. The sounds, the sights,
the touches and the lighting all conspire
to bring about a mood of love so strong
it overwhelms. Your pulse is getting higher.
But then, too soon, awake, and left to long.
The dream is gone, the feeling yet remains
to lend a colour to the day, but not
the sweetness of the dream. Familiar pains,
an aching that you wished you had forgot.
If only we could hold in arms awake
what in our dreams alone can ever take.

Comments

[biodamped]

T'is a shame your mood was bitter, for that is truly a very pretty sonnet. I do like crossed-line sentences, they're the clever ones. Just because the rhyme ends at the end of a line doesn't mean the sentence always should.

*smishy squish*

[jaydee]

Enjambment. Couldn't give it up if I tried. I do quite like some of this one. The bitter was more the motivation. No bitterness, no need to be writing anything.

[biodamped]

Aye, this be true.