SURREAL SLEEP (She Haunts Me So)

by Gary Jurechka   Sep 26, 2007


Absence makes the heart go wander,
as if falling, falling
from a cliff, drifting
as fluttering voices and restless doves
disturb my slumber, pull me under
into blackberry dreams
where nought remains but
the whir of clouds
as angels lick
the sweat from my soul.

January 13, 1994

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  • 10 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    A stirring poem,
    drifting as fluttering voices and restless doves
    definitely pulled me under as angels lick the sweat from my soul. Beautiful words!
    Peace and Blessings

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