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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As consciousness escaped me, My journey got under way; Floating on clouds of thoughtlessness, The subconscious came in to play. My spirit left my body; Watching it from above; Departing while it lay sleeping; Flying away like a dove. I journeyed into the past To have a talk with my brother Jim; He left this earth far too young; Been twenty years since we lost him. He warned me not to go too far; My body might come awake And if my spirit hasn’t returned Another soul it would take. But I continued on my journey To see my father as a younger man; I longed to have a chat with him As a peer if I possibly can. I told him I’m from his future; He is still alive and doing fine; I just wanted to correct an oversight To say I’m glad he’s the father of mine. He said, “Joe, we never say those words, But we know it deep inside. We try to keep our emotions underneath, But these feelings we just can’t hide.” “So please return to the present And don’t worry about our past; I’ve always known how you felt And I’ll know it to the very last.” So I hurried back to the future; I bade Jimmy a final farewell; Found my body still at rest, My consciousness a secret to tell. I woke up in the morning; No memory of my dreams that night; Called my father later that day With a sense the world was right. By Joe Flach For Constance’s “A Fragmented Dream Contest” The Journey Dream
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