
We awaken
With the faintest trace
Of a thought
That entertained our sleep
The dream lingers
But only in emotion
And peripheral senses
Never stepping into view
A desperate push
To strike life into the wisps
Painting the full picture
That tortures our conscious minds
All we desire
The only thing we want
Is to get more than touch
Of the elusive dream
That returns whenever we slumber
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About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
An elusive dream indeed.
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Thanks. 😁
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I loved this poem, Charles.
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Thanks. ☺️
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Very beautiful and true. I was especially struck by this:
A desperate push
To strike life into the wisps
Painting the full picture
That tortures our conscious minds
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Thanks. Glad I managed to use the word ‘wisp’. 😁
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