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
and so
they are rare, precious
Treasures to be kept
safe
safe
nurtured
cherished
cherished
My Dreams
filled with a blissful revelation
or heartbreak and regret
All are valuable
All are valuable
Their content
must never to lost
or abandoned
but preserved from within
but preserved from within
For without them
I will surely lose who I am
and fade into non-existence
for eternity
and fade into non-existence
for eternity
Beautiful poetry. Reminds me of a quote by Van Gogh, "I dream my paintings. I paint my dreams".
ReplyDeleteThere 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?
ReplyDeleteYou 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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