Posts tagged dream
Posts tagged dream
One stupid dream and I can’t get to sleep,
how do I know if I’m a man or a monster
when out of my control these visions from the deep
shows me that I am not my master.
A moment of suspension
between the dream world and the next
steals a breath of apprehension
and leaves a lover quite perplexed.
For there’s a second when believing
is in the seeing of a ghost -
but a ghost that’s quite appealing
of the one the one he loves the most.
But going backwards from the world of five
to the shadows of the sixth
is a dangerous and uncertain dive
into visions better left unmixed.
Which is why it’s always better still
to take the journey thence
in lover’s arms - and come morning’s will
clutch not a ghost in sleep’s suspence.
The flesh betrays the higher mind,
as well it seems, my heart -
and in a dream is disinclined
to let its rage depart.
And so it racks my needed rest
with a temper untoward,
I wish I simply could arrest
these passions with a ward.
It turned out I was living the dream
and never knew it -
my whole life a sugar coated theme
that was carefully knit.
I realise the only reason
I don’t really care
about this short dry season,
is I know it will get fair
in time because I’m walking on
towards greener pastures
where I’ll be able to see the dawn -
just like the brochures.
But the Promised Land must wait for me,
for there is no road there
or any map across the sea,
for the lost - many a snare.
I know it’s bright shores in my mind,
I can see Her invite;
yet so many can’t and will not find,
nor of Her glimpse a sight.
No boat or cart has yet been built
for what can take me hence,
and none will be before I wilt
on this side of the fence.
But the road behind me stretches far,
paved with headstones grey -
and I sit here feeling quite bizarre,
with my own in the array.
The only thing there’s left to do
is leave a little note
for those behind me passing through,
to Her lands remote.
But first I’ll live a life so that
there’s something yet to write,
and hopefully worth looking at
or even maybe cite.
Action was not a consequence
of thought or meditation,
but itself an object of suspense
Before I knew what had taken hold -
it was my fingers grasping,
like an idiot after Fool’s Gold -
stretching out like a spring.
Rapture unbidden rose up inside
my heaving chest -
an unstoppable, flooding tide
of maddening conquest.
The moment passed. A bead of sweat
fell to the dirty floor.
My confused, jumbled thoughts beset
the mind that I abhor.
Vivid ghosts from years ago
haunt my tequila dreams;
and waking - I can smell tobacco
in between the seams.
So real was it that I’d have lain
entranced by ecstasy,
until the madness took my brain -
if had not reality,
such an ally as my alarm
to let out such a scream -
and drag me from the violent charm
of my tequila dream.
For hours Sleep whispered my name,
tempting me with sweet dreams -
but I resisted His waxing claim
until He finally screamed;
thrusting me into fitful nightmares -
turbulent waves of despair
reducing me to rubble.
Waking from my dreamtime flight,
I found I never slept.
But nothing in me seemed contrite
for what I had accept.
A Mystery that parting ways
would bring two travellers close -
I only hope that when He prays,
He won’t - me - presuppose.
If Dreams are not real
then why can I feel your arms
still holding me close.
In imitation of a long gone time
that long since faded from my waking eye,
a ghost from God to punish for my crime
appeared to me last night a lullaby.
And if I hesitated out of fear
it was only for a momentary breath,
then I gave myself as a volunteer
to a memory I had thought met death.
I fell in love beneath the Moon last night
to a familiar stranger in my bed,
against my cares and sighs He held me tight
and over us His wings were overspread:
but sunlight banished, like smoke to wind,
leaving me feeling as if I had sinned.
Awake - at least, I think I am -
it all feels like a dream…
I wonder if it’s all a sham,
a manipulative scheme.
Am I the only puppet here,
sitting on the stage?
Hoping just to strain and hear,
approbation for my wage.
But maybe I am happiest,
with this - my lot in life -
and it wouldn’t hurt to try invest,
my heart into this strife.