Dreamscape

[Pendragon]

DREAMSCAPE

Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire.
Their presence walks the very edges of madness.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire

until the face grows flushed and you begin to perspire,
panting with longing like a man possessed.
Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire,

sometimes they frighten; sometimes they inspire
a human to look beyond this veneer of pale flesh.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire

until the flaming torrent consumes the entire
soul, body, and mind. This they call Madness?
Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire,

rich, passionate scenes, tapestries that require
more than just memories to become moments that last.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire,

lends echo to the voice of Morpheus’ choir.
The problem is that they’re fleeting and too soon pass.
Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire…

Pendragon
© 8/4/04

[Granny5]

DREAMSCAPE

Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire.
Their presence walks the very edges of madness.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire

until the face grows flushed and you begin to perspire,
panting with longing like a man possessed.
Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire,

sometimes they frighten; sometimes they inspire
a human to look beyond this veneer of pale flesh.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire

until the flaming torrent consumes the entire
soul, body, and mind. This they call Madness?
Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire,

rich, passionate scenes, tapestries that require
more than just memories to become moments that last.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire,

lends echo to the voice of Morpheus’ choir.
The problem is that they’re fleeting and too soon pass.
Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire…

Pendragon
© 8/4/04

Beautiful, Pen. Just beautiful.

[CdnReader]

I like this one very much, Pen. :)

[TheFifthElement]

'This they call Madness?'

No, they call it poetry. I like this very much.

[littlewing53]

loved seeing the images unfold in my mind the words spoke of...great poem p....

[symphony]

At the very first line I smelled a wonderful poem coming. And yes, it is wonderful.

[gothic]

"Dreams are made of cobweb silk, sewn with needles of desire.
Their presence walks the very edges of madness.
Each moment spent within them only fans the fire"
I just loved the above lines pen!

"Each moment spent within them only fans the fire,

lends echo to the voice of Morpheus’ choir."
and these two also.
the word Morpheus made me chuckle,as I also used that word in a poem of mine a few days back!