Poetic Dream
Dream and dream and dream,
Is this life my dream within a dream?
My fantasy and my horror?
Is my pleasure only what is seen?
Pity she who cannot dream and feel
sorry for he who cannot visit
the dark night of pleasured dreams.
True pleasure and true fear in the mist.
Dreams wrapped in dreams
nightmares filled with fear and panic,
Pleasure unrestricted by rules
and commitments of fact.
I stand before my mind
searching for the dream of life,
Wanting in and wanting out
to dream and to dream and to dream about.
© Bill Reynolds 7/25/2018
Dream and look both ways, into the night in the light of the day. Mind gaps of dusk and dawn.
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“Mind the gaps of dusk and dawn” I really like that one. a lot.
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A beautiful poem about the power of our dreams. Reminds me of a poem by Rumi, “This life is but a dream…” Well done my friend 😊
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Thanks, Sue. Inspired by Poe’s A Dream Within a Dream.”
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The end of that is pure poetry, lyrical and understood by all, I’m sure. I agree it feels a bit Rumi.
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Thank you, Joey. Too kind.
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