Realm of Dreams
Realm of Dreams
I dream for I am mad
and all my passions have danced and leaped
while I have slumbered, but I have had
no rest, though I have slept.
Wild and fantastic places have kept pace
with the ordinary and those that glisten
and the mind has been as if in a race
to explain itself to those who will listen.
Come to the land where reason does not live
and travel how you will through the winding lanes
that stretch out before you and falsely give
the impression that you are secure and are holding the reigns.
For you can be sure that in its time
the dream will turn and push you through high gates
and floundering, you will fight to correct the sign
that points to the sane but where confusion awaits.
Then comes the day where dreams mist over
and questions are answered with truth,
where dreams are weighed but hide in cover
till night comes again to assail with claw and tooth.
And dreaming dreams of nonsense and of reason
will pass yet again into the land that is haunted
with the ghosts of every past season
and rules of gibberish are flaunted.
To wake again and find the strength
of will that will allow another desperate chance
at normality or fail and lay your length
upon the floor on which you dance.
And if to succeed in this just quest,
to slumber lightly and dream sweet nonsense,
it can seem slight to some but the best
of the endings in a life of merry happenstance.
Copyright © Richard Francis | Year Posted 2009
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