A Dual Aspect of Life

A Dual Aspect of Life “Son do you remember your dreams…” The old man said, Soft spoken sullen, Reminiscence hard on his tongue, A man whom few have seen... “Some have sold their dreams For the riches of this world it seems.” Soft spoken, Sullen still… “As miles turn to miles Strings like dreams intertwine Hold fast the endlessness, In moments of uncanny bliss Where perception, Understanding, coercion Is not just glimpsed But beckoned forth Surmounting reality Pinnacle these peaks From which pristine landscapes unfold Cloud specks though prevailing appear distant (harmless)…” “Son,” he said to me, With a smirk and gleam in eye Ghastly lazy in his directness, “Son, do you still remember your dreams?”