More Than Just a Dream

Do you ever grow tired
Of what you do
Of being
Who you are,
Of the countless days spent walking
A path
The end of which
You cannot
Are not sure if you will ever
See clearly?

You know me
Better than anyone else,
But do you know me
Than I know

Do you wake to find
That the life you lead
Is less
In sum
Than the life you dream,
Wondering softly
Whether the thoughts that spin
In the late hours of the night
Are yours at all
Are living beings on their own
Are dead the moment
You open your eyes?

The dream is not dead.
Dreams do not
Dreams transform,
To context
Shifting shape
Like the shadows on the wall
Thrown by the fire round which we stand
Cast by
Our forms.

No, the dream is not dead.
The dream has simply awoken
Opened eyes
In unison
With you
Staring now at the light that streams
Through the open window
And how
It will come to be more
Than just a dream.

19 thoughts on “More Than Just a Dream

          1. The first time I read your poetry I fell in love with it. I’ve never read anything like it before, but still you poert had a detached feeling, like you were detached from your own writings, like I couldn’t see you in it. But now it’s changed, now each word you write represents you. I love poetry when I can see the poet in his work. It’s just my opinion. I think you changed

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          2. Wow, thank you, that really means a lot to me. You have no idea. I have really been working to find myself through my writing, and it really helps to hear that you think I am making progress. You have been following me since the beginning, so your feedback means a LOT to me. Thank you so much.

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