Mixed Dream Thoughts Poem by Andrew Rose

Those floating pockets of moisture,
Surprisingly deep and grey,
Make for a cloudy day,
Whose base is a dreary reminder,
Of the view that we perceive.

Via a through journey,
These clouds are risen above,
And on this backdropp of arctic opposites,
A gleaming-white summit appears,
I’m in search for polar bears.

The sun shines in this place,
A true blue paradise,
A glorious new dawn within a day,
Shines upon my face,
Which makes It feel like heaven,
Bar the turbulence, vibration and noise.
Pre-thoughts of crashing,
On this bumpy ride,
Are thoughts that do not exist,
Within this scene.

I’d be fully at peace,
If only I were able to float out there,
Alone,
No trace of the world below,
It’d be blocked off and out of sight,
In this picturesque wonderland.

The whole realisation of speed is lost,
Due to the enormity of the scene,
The stillness emphasised,
As the white carpet below,
Is pulled ever so slowly underneath me,
Until through certain openings,
A glimpse of blue emerges and re-emerges.

You are like the clouds I seek comfort from,
I feel they would support me as I lay,
I would wrap myself in them like covers,
To keep me snug,
So I may doze the day away,
Dreaming on many situations,
That may or may not be,
Secure in this seclusion,
Indecision my refuge.

The unsheltered reality is this,
It’s cold out there,
Far colder that I imagine I could stand,
And I would fall through those fluffy havens,
Unable to gain a grip hold on any,
They are just moisture in the air,
No substance,
Something to place my hopes on,
But not much,
A clasp of moisture and nothing more,
No matter how many times I reach out.
In the end,
The true reality would hit me as hard as a wall,
If I was still conscious by then.

I have always been a dreamer though,
Even when it hurts,
And in spite of common sense,
And everything I know to be true;
I’d love to try.