My Beautiful Nightmare Poem by Wilfred Mellers

My Beautiful Nightmare



Was it all a dream?
Was it one of those misty fairytales rolling around in the chasm in my mind?
Was it really a dream for it felt so real?

Memories are now dwindling to mist as time marches onward
Images wither to a cloudy haze of gray and blue for things I once knew
No longer sure of the past or present for time marches on fast
I still dream of things that were but not sure of its clarity anymore
Things that were, not so long ago, are now shadows of their former glory

I sit, I wait, and I anticipate you calling to hear silence in the background
Are you really real or are you a figment of my imagination still?

So peaceful I slumber in a dream of you and me so sweet
We walk and talk like we use to do on those simmering days of seasons low
We stop for gelatos and I always ask for the extra size ones
I knew they didn't have it, but I enjoy frolicking with the females at the counter

It seemed so real that each moment I never wanted to wake from
You holding me close as we walked hand in hand across the land of smiles
I so proud having you on my arm and you, well, I am not so sure anymore
Knowing such enchantments and joy filled my heart with excitement
Rarely I have ever felt before such warmth in that moment past
All the worries of the world wane to not even a single thought
So nice it was then and could have never been otherwise perfect

Are you a dream or just an apparition of a distant memory of lost shadows?
Could it all have been just in my subconscious mind for things I am longing to find?
Is the thought too wonderful to be real?
If you are a dream, then you are a beautiful nightmare

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Wilfred Mellers

Wilfred Mellers

Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies
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