This Dream (a poem)

I had a dream
in it
you were an unexplainable light


At this dream
I turn my head to the side and down
because I do not understand


If this dream
were real
I am the warmest sun to you

a reply to: InTheFlesh1980

Is this poem a reflection of an experience?

a reply to: midicon

To me, it is a reflection of the experience of life.

Dreams begin with a flash, an involuntary moment of conception; yet dreams may linger, leaving us to forever question the unresolved purpose.

It is this unresolved purpose that haunts the man in question. Why then did this dream exist?

Does it now hurt to have it? If the dream does not become real, when does it expire in dampness?

a reply to: InTheFlesh1980

I like that reply better than the poem.

Why does the dream exist?

Perhaps we have big dreams and little dreams.

The dream will become real because he is both.

And he knows this.

a reply to: InTheFlesh1980

Hey, me again

Very evocative wording and imagery. I feel a sense of disjointing between the stanzas. Not at all criticizing, as I'm wondering if this was an intentional move.

Evocative and provocative. Very powerful. I truly enjoyed it!



-NF