Wonderful Dreams

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Wonderful Dreams

 

To wake from a

Dream

Can leave you feeling

Wholly satisfied

Or aching for more.

A dream that

Gives answers, provides

All that you yearn for

Is a wonderful relief

From all the wanting

Of the daylight hours.

Waking from such a dream

Where you feel whole

And loved

Is enough to make you smile

All day at the memory

Of the dream.

It can also leave you fighting

To return to sleep

To return to the dream

Because reality is far from

The loveliness of the dream.

Either way it’s a blessing

For while you were in the dream

It was real and

It was wonderful.

 

Good dreams are a lovely part of sleep! Waking up from them can be less than stellar.

 

What are your favorite dreams?

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A Dream in A Room

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A Dream in A Room

 

A door opens

Unexpected person speaks

From behind a wall.

Hug the woman who

Greets with warmth and kindness.

Walk around the corner,

Wanting not to be in the way,

Trying not to see the unexpected. 

Another hug tighter, longer

To heal the broken pieces,

Momentarily holds them together.

Out to the sunlight, dull as it is,

Snow and green grass mix.

Night and day,

Summer and winter,

Mixed up and confused

Together at once.

It must be explained to ones

Who needn’t know.

Walk along alone.

Dreams take us places we never imagined.

 

I’ve been having a lot of really crazy, intense dreams lately. I love dreaming, it’s one of the coolest things that we do. So often my dreams are disjointed and don’t seem to make any sense, and yet they have a cohesion all their own. They are just fascinating to me. This poem was inspired by one of my dreams.

What do you dream about?

Dreaming my world

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Dreaming Up My World

 

It’s the moments

When dreams move

Through my mind

When I feel most alive.

When life feels full of opportunities,

All feels ready.

My imagination runs

Wild with delight

Bringing images to mind

Mixing memories with imagined things

Creating futures out of stardust.

I live for the days

Where I can dwell in dreams

Floating above reality,

While the rest of the world plods along

I fly on overhead

Dreaming up a world

Made just for me

Where I can be exactly as I want.

Where I spend my days hiking

Cooking, reading, writing and dreaming.

Where I dance with others,

Carry on great conversations,

Play with children

Share love and life with young minds

Where passion rules

And love is all.

 

When I’m feeling down, or sick dreaming helps take my mind off my worries. To let my mind wander and dream up amazing and wonderful things can be extremely therapeutic. Of course there always comes a time when I have to snap out of my dream world and take up residence in the physical world around me, but with my dreams inside the physical world can be easier to handle. 

What do you dream?

Pasts that never were

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Pasts That Never Were

 

Memories of a past I dreamt I had

Float through foggy sights.

Twinkling city lights

Paint the pictures of a home

I never lived in.

Snowy winters trudging through city streets

I moved away from before I could make them mine.

Soft murmurs of what could have been

If only things went differently,

Waft on sound-waves reaching my mind.

Wanderings of wondering greet me in the morning,

Peeling back the layers revealing

Shards of lives ended before beginning

As choices were made.

 

Breaking dawn only wakes those who were sleeping,

All the rest bear witness to its brilliance,

While we imagine how it looks from the other side.

Light of day shows card catalogs of lives

Waiting to be picked,

Pasts discarded, replaced with new ones,

Futures shifted and reshaped of shredded cards.

Hushed voices of those unlived lives,

Yearn for a place, a microphone to spread their words.

Instead snow covered streets

Hold the trackless wandering of the ghosts

Of all my pasts and futures that won’t be lived,

Mixing together on their lonely road.

Reaching chilly hands, with icy fingers

To a tired mind,

Giving glimpses of possibilities never possible.

 

I walk these country roads,

Placing opaque images of city streets

With all their ghosts

On top of trees, just to see what happens.

Bird calls, and falling leaves wipe away

A past that wasn’t mine and a future not quite ready.

Leaving me with only all that was

Only all that will be

Only all that is.

 

So frequently we become caught up in our story, in the past, in the future. Wondering what would be if the past had been different, or wishing things had been different. These things can occupy so much of our thoughts. Especially in times when things aren’t going the way we hoped, planned or wanted. Then again sometimes these thoughts are just inspired by walking down a road and wondering what could have been. This poem is a journey of my own with the past. How I was drawn to these thoughts while walking, but eventually coming back to the present realizing that thinking and wishing will never change the past and that now is all we ever really have. It’s important to recognize the value in the past, in history, but to remember that the present moment is where life happens. What do you think?