It was but 'A Midsummer's Night Dream',
Of my lover and I in warm embrace,
But before our lips could meet,
Or become acquainted,
The envious Sun parted us with its piercing rays,
I awoke from the dream suppressing a scream,
Pacing lifelessly,
All I had was the whisper of your name
Sung by the sympathetic wind to my ear,
I called your name Ife, Ife,
The heir,
To the throne of my heart.
Aug 19, 2018
Break of Dawn.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
see short and sweet though it's a dream
so many will enjoy it
Friend I did
I can't read
beyond 20 lines
I call them epicurial