Every Day I Am A Dreamer Poem by Paul Amrod

Every day I am a dreamer
I lose my senses and get caught up in a cloud
Yes it is very hard to wake me
I’m floating out into the world of make-believe
I resign so simply take me
Reality just doesn’t interest me at all.
So I am throwing up a streamer
I watch it tumble through the air until it falls.
So forgive my short attention
My concentration slips away with every breather.
I must sigh but don’t forsake me
I am a soul that’s lighter than the robin’s feather.
Sometimes the muses have endowed
imagination to overtake me.
It is then the inspiration will conceive
a lyrical phrase of my intention.
Indulging the fantasy of reflection
to capture and divinely enthrall.
However I often feel forgotten
Left without a thought or memory
I was abadoned in bitter autumn
I searched alone for bedtime stories.
Seeing the gift of God turn rotten
I have asked for absolution.
Still I have not received an answer
So my dreams will go uncensored
So softly as a sheet of cotton
covers my head from lost glories.
I appease Nature’s hidden glamour
to send me off to Heaven’s halls.
Deeply enshrined to engender wonders
cleverly twisted from the devil’s clamor.
Bridging the gap between other stages
onward to our brethren and brothers.
With a lamp of gold and Lopez’s hammer
we exemplify our peaceful days and ages.
So my dreaming does continue
through begotten books and unread pages.
Keeping all the secrets of my childhood
brushed aside amongst some others.
An actress will portray a rendezvous
as the hidden truth is understood.
Therefore I hope the moment will arrive
when I can rise up from my sleep
seeing the goodness will survive
and cease me once from yawning.
Hence a new era will come alive
and peaks over the horizon dawning.