When the Night Has Left MAG

April 13, 2009
By Kelly Milliron BRONZE, Jacksonville, Florida
Kelly Milliron BRONZE, Jacksonville, Florida
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I've sunk a thousand ships
All miniature dreams to me
They rot in the midnight oil
In the underground brains of the ocean

They'll become little tinker toys
Talking to each other in the night
They wait in the depths of a maroon planet
That will never notice they were gone

People will walk above the surface
Their blue sky light eyes and careless wonders
They will sit like little china dolls
And have dinner without thought of what's below them

And I, like a star's name forgotten,
Will be the underworld's guardian
Where the ocean meets its lower half
Because I was also a sunken dream
Who drifted away when the night left

The author's comments:
Dreams are never forgotten, only stored away for the world to find one day.

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This article has 3 comments.

on Feb. 20 at 6:11 pm
AllTheSuperRacehorses SILVER, Haverford, Pennsylvania
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Your beautiful metaphorical tendencies make me smile

on Dec. 8 2009 at 12:53 pm
dariamelnikov BRONZE, Toronto, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"A #2 pencil and a dream can get you anywhere."

I like your comment about dreams...dreams are good

#Fan said...
on Oct. 16 2009 at 11:11 am
Great writer and poem. I would like to see more from this author.

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