Frayed Dreams

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s that exact moment when you know you are aware but you’ve stopped dreaming and don’t want to open your eyes

You begin to realize

This is no longer a dream

You want to touch     and hold it in your grasp

If for no other reason; that in this life we dream of the things we lack

Not so much of the uncertainties we carry on our backs

For those are so called nightmares

Spells cast over our cerebral slumber

Unnamed terrors chasing us down passageways of endless doors; each entrance opening a different obscenity

 

Unfasten your eyes and these are our realities

 

Your nightmare is my dream and my dream is yet to be

 

reality

 

Grasping at the spider silk of sleep in my eye I hold

 

tight to my dream world;

 

Knowing this un-reality is quickly fraying like so many

 

scarves I’ve knit and purled

 

Hold tight dream girl

 

You will wake soon enough   and when the

 

silk slips through your waking fingers,

 

Languish in the morning dawn and know

 

you basked in the moonlight

 

But now it’s time to open your eyes

 

and take in the sunrise with delight

Reviews

[Laura E. Aranda]

I love to read poems about memories and dreams and hopes...this one was really easy to follow and read. I love that time when I am waking but want to ponder along in my dream somemore...almost a bittesweet feeling....one criticism, i like the way the font gets bigger like your voice gets more excited but the largest font size you use is almost too large. ...cheers, lea

[Debbie_Philly]

This is a wonderful write.... i love dream poems.... I have to write about mines too.... very well done !!