To anyone who can dream
And then awaken,
Remembering the impossibility
Of what was only mirrored
In your mind,
During a given night,
Actually happened there...
Dreams arrive not from nowhere
But from somewhere else,
A strive vehicles of memory,
Transcribed within the space
Of a plaid network...
The puzzle of Faith, Hope,
Truth, Beauty, Love and Peace
Surrounding the Earth,
Claims of Spirit! ...
Dreams are tokens of reality,
Merely disheveled and suggested
In the fantastic unfolding
Of discarded old written notes,
Illegible but then revised
And re-arranged in such a way
That one day, perhaps,
Would impress the World
With his or her Love,
Art and Wisdom...
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Amazing poem, (Dreams-A strive vehicles of memory) .. I like it.
Dreams are so fun for a poet such as yourself to write about I think. And you do it so very well. Gently told in the way of the poet and carressed with that softness of the poets way. An enjoyable one for sure.
I love your poems! I see your dream came true but oh, what shall one do if dreams are to become a way of life? Could we reverse then? Hmm. Thank you dear friend as always,10.
Impressive write here....a hundred million thanks for sharing this piece of dream for poetry to starve another hundred years for such recurrence..well done and amazing decadence of a majestic application of mind Sir
Lovely poem! It is a heartfelt piece telling us about the roots of dreams and picturing them as 'tokens of reality'. You surely impress the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem.... loved the way you ended it!