Awake from a dream
of so many years,
My eyes adjust
to the light.
What was it about?
The life that I dreamed,
That seemed at the time so real.
I remember some people, and places, and things.
I even remember what we talked of.
But above all,
I can recall,
the greatest fact,
that I loved.
Hold on to your dream, love is real. Keep dreaming of love and soon, reality will follow.
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Good poem. The dream world is something else. Take a look at my poem called, astral plane.