DreamsA Poem by Ian FarawayDreams are a window Into our own subconscious It shows us everything Our fears Our desires Things we block from our minds Come to our attention in our dreams
My dreams came to me In the shape of a woman Who made me feel at peace Whose smile warmed my cold heart The perfect woman for me Then she turned to me and said “It's time to wake up, baby”
“But, beautiful, I don't want to. Out there, I have no one and no one has me. At least here, I'm happy.” She put her palm on my cheek And smiled with a kind of sadness “There's no path for you here.”
I knew she was right Even though everything told me to stay I wanted, so badly, to stay She leaned forward and closed her eyes For a few moments, our foreheads touched And I closed my eyes to her touch Then she kissed me softly goodbye
I grabbed her waist And gently pulled her in close Her hands wrapped around my neck I could feel her heart beating with mine I wish I could say it made me feel OK Like one day, we would meet in real life But all I felt was a sense of intense longing
She sensed this and ran her hand through my, Well... I suppose, my balding hair “Shhh, my darling. Don't be sad. One day we'll meet again. Either in life or in death. We'll be in each others' arms soon” A tear rolled down my face
With a nod, I released her And opened my eyes to sunlight My blankets wrapped messily Around my sweating body Heaving a sigh I get up To live a life I don't want © 2014 Ian FarawayReviews
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