Dreams

We dream dreams of impossible things to realize the limits of our mortality we dream of family and friends. Of someone to love to have to hold, love evermore or that house in the Hamptons. We dream the dreamer dreams. The little space to call our own to have and to hold and not let go. In dreams dwell the lingering images of Christmas long ago full of family and friends big dinners after dessert arguments. In Dreams linger the first kiss the hearts miss. The faces of family your mother sent your father’s fist. Dreams are of different worlds we live in different realms or realities. Worlds were where I made the right choice or not, a world where we took that job or said the wrong thing. Or are the remains of memories that linger like ghosts in houses, no longer a home. Where your soul roams? We dream dreams of sorrow and lament or bright joyful Memories of a time gone by. We dream dreams dreamt in marbled halls of crimson tapestries and ornate frames of noble lords and dark deities. We dream of different lives lived in corporate towers and power lunches with movie stars or dignitaries from powerful nation-states or hop aboard starliners and make for the Outer Reach. We dream dreams of impossible things to realize the limits of our mortality, we dream of family and friends. Of someone to love to have to hold, love nevermore or that car you wanted to own. We dream the dreamer dreams. The little space to care for to never roam to have to hold do not let go.