Dreams Play An Integral Part In Life Poem by Reginald Reid

DREAMS


What miracle transports me by my mind
to times and places of another kind,
such as where I have never been
or with people I may have only sometime seen?
What miracle usurps my sleep
with memories that I cannot keep?

How do people from my past
associations that did not last
invade my numb awareness
with scenes of deeds both weird and careless?
Why, when I am most defenceless do they come
imposing contradiction, making numb?

Can joy and fear united steal away my time?
Can loved ones come and disappear
in conversations that only I can hear
so that I am left bemused for meaning
and left with explanation that I'm only dreaming
episodes as in one of many screening.

So real, experiences may, violent or calm,
heat the bed and twist bedclothes like spinning yarn
as in a sense of falling I feel I'm voiceless calling
bathed in perspiration, as if a child that's bawling.
Or by chance in that quiet serenity floating on a clouded sea
so that there is no other place I'd rather be.


Think good thoughts before you go to sleep
your rest will be far deeper and complete.
Don't be afraid of all your dreams
they help you cope it seems.
But still I must question why?
For all of life is but a dream until we die.



(c) Copyright Reginald Reid