How Strange

How Strange short poem

Eye to eye
Face to face
I know the name
But I just can’t trace the place

I saw it in a dream
Floating through the endless stream
Of timeless immortals

It’s on the tip of my tongue
But it won’t be there for long
I’ve been there before
It’s on the other side of that door
The other side of the song
Is where I belong

I saw it in a dream
But it all seems far away
I wonder how long it’ll be
Before I can once again see

I know you
And I know this feeling
But can it be true
This deja vous

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Positively Poetic – Volume 1

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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