Sounds of Löst Dreams

 

 

 

sounds of lost dreams.

I love being wrapped in darkness,
When the rain is hard outside;
Gurgling through the gutters
Like a stream.
It brings me back to mountains,
That I wandered as a boy –
Before the shovels came,
And dug up all my dreams.

I love being wrapped in darkness,
When the wind is strong outside;
Blowing its whistle
Through the trees.
It brings me back to forests,
That I wandered as a boy –
Before the logmen came,
To cut down all my dreams.

© (Löst Viking) (September12th 2015) John Anthony Fingleton

 

 

 

 

 

Sounds of Löst Dreams

I love being wrapped in darkness,
When the rain is hard outside;
Gurgling through the gutters
Like a stream.
It brings me back to mountains,
That I wandered as a boy –
Before the shovels came,
And dug up all my dreams.

I love being wrapped in darkness,
When the wind is strong outside;
Blowing its whistle
Through the trees.
It brings me back to forests,
That I wandered as a boy –
Before the logmen came,
To cut down all my dreams.

© (Löst Viking) (September12th 2015) John Anthony Fingletonhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Löst-Viking/746104845419195

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