Sandra Feldman Dream Poems

Fresh lilies cut
On a summer afternoon
Whiteness and purity,
Angelic, dust
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A kiss, a rose, a tear
How much lives
In this sphere,
When Love's
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Because poets can dream
The moon is made of lace
Sea of discovery,
The world of fantasy
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A World
Where dreams don't shatter
And goodness goes ahead,
Where Lies are not what matter,
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Around madness
Lie some dreams,
Is it sadness
In reality,
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As the Night begins to slumber,
And most dreams start to awake,
I do softly sigh and wonder,
If true love is really great.
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Poetry can transport you
And take you far away
To a land where love
Fits like a glove,
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How much better
The world would be
If instead of being mean,
Most of us were in love,
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I suppose,
Some feel, or maybe many,
That Poetry is an absolute waste of time,
Not worth a coffee dime,
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Souls of floating lovers,
In Eternity will meet,
Those that could not,
Would not, love on Earth,
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You came to me
In dreams from
Far away,
The kind, once
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If poet's would not dream,
Who Would?
Our invasive computers?
Our impersonal answering machines?
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Poets are dreams,
Of flesh and blood,
Make believe nonsense,
That never was,
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To live
Vicariously
Thru Poetry,
And Good Feelings
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You came to me,
Like in a dream,
Your voice, your words,
The sweetest heard.
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Yes,
Poets can still dream,
On white pages,
On traveling clouds,
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If we loved each other
As much as poets
Love Poetry,
There would be
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What a great pleasure,
Great Poetry is,
It opens your mind,
And in your heart can beam,
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A poet's dream can reach up high,
Sometimes, even beyond the sky,
Thus go to regions, yet not met,
Where feelings become transparent,
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The unstoppable
Feeling
That cannot be
Defined
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Things are not what they seem,
No longer words mean what they mean,
A Surrealistic Dream,
Come true.
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