The Dream
“The Dream”
there were dreams
some lived them
others dreamt them
silently lying in their
grave chairs waiting
patiently for the
Angel to call
there were dreams
beautiful dreams
others took delight
in smashing their shine
to ash, treading on them
like they were just ...
dreams
there were dreams
that the warriors
took up again
and planted
firmly in the middle
of reality, theirs,
were the dreams
that breathed
and lived again
theirs were the dreams
that grabbed the poetry
ran with it in diverse directions
in all that others could not see
these were the ones
who saw the truth in dreams
and lived a life of love
doused in passion living
honest victory
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun..."
Roca Vecchia, Puglia, Italy
Grotta della Poesia, "The Cave of Poetry", Puglia, Italy
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