Friday, May 18, 2018


Dreaming

                                     Dreams, like caterpillars – pupa to butterfly, butterflies in flight.
                                     Dreams, like creation – become the world we chose to inhabit.
                                               
                                     Dreams, one devises – are but the past, the present, the future.
                                     Dreams, one devises – are but yesterdays and today’s events.

                                     Dreams, are files – subconscious, surrealistic glass doors.
                                     Dreams, are psychic – windows into the past, into the future.

                                     Dreams, give hope – for the here and now, for the other side.
                                     Dreams, are but journeys – rehashing many of life’s issues.

                                     Dreams, reoccurring – unresolved experiences, over and over.
                                     Dreams, for some – the need for power, the need to control.

                                     Dreams, for some – the need for peace, happiness and love.
                                     Dreams, for some – the need to give, to share, to be a part of.

                                     Dreams, dissipate – dissolving like multi-faceted snowflakes.
                                     Dreams, decay – become fallen, autumn leaves in transition.

                                     Dreams, awake, shatter – like beautiful, fragile crystal.
                                     Dreams, awake, shatter – ones reality, in the light of day.

                                     Dreams, disintegrate – a dilapidated, rusted out old auto.
                                     Dreams, come to not – for they are dead end, gravel roads.

                                     Dreams, an adventure – take one on so many journeys.
                                     Dreams, a black hole – from which some cannot escape.

                                     Dreams, then again – are like rose petals covered in dew.
                                     Dreams, reflecting – refracting every colour of a rainbow.

B.  J. “ A ” 2
May 17th, 2018

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