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Devination in Dreams
She comes to me in my dreams
Stealing the sleep I would willingly give
Rendering me restless
My nostrils flare at the hint of her aromatic presence
As real as the cold night air and the goosebumps it creates
I awaken, instantly regretting it
I dive back to sleep hoping to catch her
Clawing at the ether
I’m stuck in the netherworld between awareness
And not wanting to be
Give me the bliss of my thoughts,
The ecstasy of my memories
Allow me to swim in them a little longer
Holding my breath until I can hold it no more
Breathing it all in to drown in her essence
Dawn comes like a demon
Like Sisyphus’ hill
Forcing reality upon me like a stone
Pulling me down with it’s gravity
While I yearn for the weightlessness of thought
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Have you ever had one of those dreams in which you were so happy that you hated waking up. I’m talking about dreams so good that you try your hardest to rush back to sleep, only to be disappointed. Sometimes, I have those dreams and they are so real that I often have to reason with myself in order to figure it out. I believe that dreams have the ability to connect two people that might otherwise be apart. It is a link that is imperceivable to many. That is what I tried to capture in this poem.
What are your experiences with these types of dreams?
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I know what exactly what you are talking about. It feels weird. Sometimes it leads me to wonder what is real and what is not. An upvote from me.
Oh I know how that is, as a mother to a young child my sleep is precious and being woken in the night and then trying to get back to that place you were. Really enjoyed this, well done.
Me gustó tu poesía y la forma como capturas las ideas y pensamientos con tus palabras... me gustó como editaste la foto también, ella refleja la sensación espesa del sueño que no quieres perder.
Oh Moe, this is sexy.
I love the aspect of yearning, of pure desire and the way in which you wrap words round the concept.
Dive.
Clawing.
And this Zinger
"The ecstasy of my memories
Allow me to swim in them a little longer" ...whew. :)
This was a delight to read. :)
I absolutely love your description of a great dream! Well done. So are you writing a poem every day for 100 days? That will be quite the accomplishment when you're all through!
My dreams aren't usually cohesive enough for a sequence of events, but I love the feeling of early morning, when I'm drifting in and out of sleep still laying in the comfort of my bed, window above my head open just a crack (even in the dead of winter). I feel like I could just stay there forever. Thank you for sharing your talents with us!! Resteemed! :)
I've had many a dream like this. That last lines are my favorite -
wow! what imagery 👏👏
Wow!
Moe, you've really captured the agony of the loss felt when a beautiful dream of love evaporates into conscious awareness. I suspect this happens to us all from time to time.
Oh, for just a bit longer dalliance in the euphoria of dreamland!
😄😇😄
