** this is the first time i have ever posted a poem in this club; i always post them on the pag-ibig club...this is rather short but i still think its good ..please comment and let me know if i should write madami **
I was told to write a beautiful nightmare for you ... Be the weaver of your dreams .. but they told me i should be faithful But how can I be when I never know who's hands yout soul goes in tonight...only you will know whats in this beautiful nightmare land... All I can do is pray that I play my cards right tonight, that i weave the right dream..weave the strongest rope to lead you out of NightMareLand...
The B33
I was told to write a beautiful nightmare for you ... Be the weaver of your dreams .. but they told me i should be faithful But how can I be when I never know who's hands yout soul goes in tonight...only you will know whats in this beautiful nightmare land... All I can do is pray that I play my cards right tonight, that i weave the right dream..weave the strongest rope to lead you out of NightMareLand...
The B33
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you sinabi your chance at pag-ibig had past you by
i told I'm here so don't you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my Juliet and i your romeo
you pag-ibig me i pag-ibig you that's all i need to know
no longer will you dream of pag-ibig that's true
no longer will i wander my paghahanap has led to you
Take this halik upon the brow !
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream ?