The strangest dreams
Are ones that come true
Like the being of you
And begin to become
unreal:
Their nature of the realm
Of transcendence
Their texture a finesse of
Delicate embroidery
Of life’s vital designs
When wakefulness
Begins to look like a dream –
Fermenting sweetly
Through significations of words
And worlds
Into
The wine of meaning
This wine etches upon the soul and is food
For all the hearts that are sincere and good
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. A visualized dream is like wakefulness beginning to look like dream. Definitely a good poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.