Dream Dinners

dream wake me not to my deep emotional distress
as I want to close the shadow of the past, touching
my sobering illusion of your beauty

sleep my dear heart the morning waits for your
midnight deep slumbers, and as you go remember
that letting me wash my shivering hair would soon
fly in the early sky

let me be the beginning of your dream, the dining
horizon of your everlasting stay in the eternity that
awaits the unspoken words of silent love

the cup pour out the harness of perfume and the
smile smell the poison of truth, standing where the
point has to reveals the endless halos of sincerity
of your stay

you have come and witness the rainbow of
teardropp as it showered the grain of pellets of the
future, hold and catch that wisdom that will leads
every path to the Galaxy of dream dinner of
tomorrow

the moon stood up high and as its bright in every
tree in a glittering star of your poem; hasten our
streaming dream of peace and liberty we want to
die ……..

“ a poem dedicated to poet Tamara Hanaring …..
the Passion of a poet “

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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