Tuesday, March 4, 2014

My Dreams


   




  My Dreams
Illusory moments connecting 
Fantasy to reality,
Lucidity to insanity,
Hope to a desolate soul

My Dreams
Like the essence of life 
belong to me
exclusively, independently
and so
 they  are rare, precious
 Treasures to be kept 
safe
nurtured 
cherished

My Dreams 
filled with a blissful revelation
 or heartbreak and regret
All are valuable
Their content
must never to lost 
or abandoned
but preserved from within
For without them
I will surely lose who I am
 and fade into non-existence
for eternity







3 comments:

  1. Beautiful poetry. Reminds me of a quote by Van Gogh, "I dream my paintings. I paint my dreams".

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  2. There are no words that adequately express how much this poem rocks. It is so fluid and contradictory within itself. I love that most about it. Might I steal this as a text I just love and might share with someone someday as it fits?

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  3. You have the most beautiful way with words, Darlene. This poem is hauntingly beautiful. I really can relate to holding on to some dreams, because they are mine and they are precious.

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