When sleep is a dream

The wind changed in that moment.
Summer turned into winter.
The stream icy cold, still flows.
In the woods all is silent.

The wind slices through bare branches.
Its bite vicious, the nights dreaded.
One moment lost; never to return.
Weep, my soul. Weep.

Long nights of pacing.
Kept awake, sleep a dream.
How much longer, a cry escape.
Pacing the floor, hurry sunrise.

The dawn brings little respite.
For the fiery burn continues.
Weakness reflects in the eyes.
Invincibility striped away, so weep.

Weep, my soul. Weep.
The body is only mortal.
A long winter awaits.
The winds’ bite unbearable.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s