Dreams so real
they have a lived-in feel
Lifetimes and realities, stolen

Dreams so real they have a lived-in feel

A sacrifice again with what appears to be no end
No memory of a break,
a kind word or handshake
The concern one receives
when others see someone plead
for a breath on a ride with
too many things from which to hide

When others see someone plead for a breath on a ride with too many things from which to hide
 

Dreams so real they have a lived-in feel

An unceasing passage carrying other’s baggage

A relentless torture
caused by greed and disorder

Amy Jean blog discusses the consequences of bad behaviour

The harder I strive,
the horizon subsides
Distant, now lost
I recalculate the cost =
It’s too high.

Dreams so real they have a lived-in feel - Amy Jean
 


So, I must say goodbye

Reseed you and me, this cant be

So long, you’ve been gone

I barely remember a we

A plan we began when we urgently ran

The destruction I view, as I search for you.

From the destruction I view

As

I

search

for you.


Lucid Dreams

Lucid dreams make me contemplate if I am seeing other’s moments in time through the oneness described in scripture, reliving a lifetime lost, a memory lost, or maybe, I simply have a wild imagination. Regardless of which one of these is accurate, I have dreams so vivid that I am convinced they are a reality. Some of them, of course, I would prefer not to see, while others, I wish I could see in person. I love the way Edgar Allan Poe describes a dream:


A Dream Within a Dream

Edgar Allan Poe – 1809-1849

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow:

You are not wrong who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand–

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep–while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?


This poem is in the public domain.