These dreams break off their barricades
The soft warm glow of their hopes
As they cringe to reality
Forming the rings of inward twists
Dreams countless as there could be
Silence their noise, with their own voice
Unheard, unspoken, as it might be
To ask or be told
For better or for worse
What dreams may or may not hold,
May not at all be
Yet are seen so differently…
By you & me
True, they linger on as vines do
On trellises of fragile looks
Stealthy presence, a living death
Dreams, ask of themselves
What mistook them, just now?
Harboring change, stillness grows
Itself on deeply dug heels
They fall apart every now and then
As hearts flicker like a lantern
In smoke clouds of haste
Through mismatched feelings
Haze, their daze is unbearable
Still, dreams chase their dreamer
Into the realities, without principles or paradigm
A method to their madness
Never gets to be fully understood
Dreams, just sit there
As a folded garment in some closet,
Or a cup full of chilled dessert
Melting, waiting to be eaten
Delightfully, by somebody deserving
Why does it matter then?
Dreams forsake all caution, sometimes
Awake or asleep,
Dream lead from no where
To somewhere destined
For all that there is to be
Soulful depth of emptiness,
& one wonders one’s life away, asking again
& again,
Do you, but agree?
Do you, agree?
Re: Which Dreams
Dreams, just sit there
As a folded garment in some closet,
Or a cup full of chilled dessert
Melting, waiting to be eaten
Delightfully, by somebody deserving
marvelously superb!!
Re: Which Dreams
thanks, muncho.