I see this poem as a man's plunge to death and his frustration at being unresponsive and lonely.
How you guys see it, depends upon you...
Inspired by this picture
Broken glass, stalking shadow
A dream of life gone with the wind
The mother's hands have picked you up
Now sleep tight my only friend
Dream, dream,
Dream of a dreamless dream
Close your eyes, keep still forever
Sleep my child, don't wake up yet
What's to fear when night is near
When sleep will stop your pain and tears
Hear the emptiness of silent music playing in your ears
Can't speak the words not spoken before; again
Shadows that surround you, can they be filled with light?
Wish those words would come out right
If someone's there who'd listen...
How you guys see it, depends upon you...
Broken glass, stalking shadow
A dream of life gone with the wind
The mother's hands have picked you up
Now sleep tight my only friend
Dream, dream,
Dream of a dreamless dream
Close your eyes, keep still forever
Sleep my child, don't wake up yet
What's to fear when night is near
When sleep will stop your pain and tears
Hear the emptiness of silent music playing in your ears
Can't speak the words not spoken before; again
Shadows that surround you, can they be filled with light?
Wish those words would come out right
If someone's there who'd listen...
I rarely read poetry so I'm terrible a interpretations, but I'd say you're about right. For some reason, it made me think of someone who's terminally ill and knows that death is near.
ReplyDelete@Areesha, hey your interpretation is more realistic. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteJim Morrison's words are gorgeous. Remind me of the film Rockstar for an instant. And your words? Fabulous, like always. Keep writing.
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