Dreams
What is the world without our dreams?
No means to wonder, just a blank between varying thought
caught amidst moments of now and then,
here and there as life's tear tares me in two
and you who I thought I knew you were just evaporated,
my world dilated, sedated with the idea of what I’ve created.
Just a moment ago I dreamt of distant days forward,
a single laid bed turned double…
a magic bubble breathed of breath yet filled
and instilled in me a spark of hope’s will escaped.
These shaped visions of collision dare me to dream,
beyond eternity’s gleam I glare at what I’ve crafted there
as though a stranger’s dress I wear with interest
and the mist of who I thought I was abandons me.
A silent plea calls me to the realms of my dreams,
my subconscious screams of a love yet embraced
and a place of spaces my mind has not found
as the sound of souls unacquainted keep me drawn…
I indulge like a fawn born into a spirit untried.
That world we collide with on the other side of real,
Ideal as it disappears from conscience waking as another,
a kinetic chameleon of change discovered
and rediscovered through dreams uncovered.
I lie awake at night searching the solar sky,
untied of frosty chains that have drained my desire
as though my entire self has let life go…
flown far from a moment between now and then,
here and there…
uncompared with the idea of how I’ve existed
twisted into the now yet related future and past,
a ambient contrast of dreams awake, dreams asleep…
and I weep…
as life’s tear tears me in two I know…through dreams
there will always be a you…
another me, there I will always be.
Copyright © Dominique Baptie | Year Posted 2010
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