Dreaming

I could feel
the night’s warmth
manipulate
the essence of my life,
the way it gently caressed the hope
that flowed through my soul
until
neither my heart’s beat
or my thoughts
belonged to me

I could feel
the night devour
my brooding thoughts
taking me away
together
we traveled the corners of the earth
until I became the noctivagant;
earth’s night wanderer
The dreamer

In the shadows of dawn,
and settled into a restless moment
time passes;
it is indiscriminant,
choosing for me
patterns
and shapes
and colors
all with fascinating rhythms and voices.
I am the dreamer
and this is my story
yet neither my heart’s beat
or thoughts
belong to me

Wow, nice.....

trippy
when you say that "the essence of my life,
the way it gently caressed the hope
that flowed through my soul
until
neither my heart’s beat
or my thoughts
belonged to me"
makes me wonder whether you meant to imply that the essence of life is inherently mutual, something which requires an intersubjective appreciation? Your line breaks are very well placed
I wish I could learn your conciseness
lol

very nice

interesting mig

I really liked this, thanks for sharing.

Thank you all for the kind comments