Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream a vision of ghosts

mind's dust and smoke from inner fires

with fuel of fears and hopes it coasts

navigating mist's hosts of desires

Ember of dawn glows in the hearth of day

Newly kindled flames of past lives

Black phantoms melt into a shadow's ballet

Without time's chains freedom survives

Memory drips through holes in a dream

drops falling in a directionless bend

to alite again in a new stream

an ocean of new dreams to extend

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Quite dreamy in movement and feel. There is also a sense of the interplay between light and dark. A journey in verse, no less.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Red for the read and comment your visits are always most welcome and highly anticipated.

[Marie]

The title drew me in to read the poem. It reminded me of a song my children used to sing when they were little: "Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream!"
And so it is and you have captured all of the reasons why it is but a dream in this superbly penned and expressed poem, dear Soren.
It is so true that we navigate the mists of life with a host of desires, fears and hopes.
In the light of day all these melt away and become shadows we can't see though they may return again when night-time comes, to haunt once more.
Memory slips with the passing of time and we are left directionless, but in a new lifetime we are able to extend our directions once more in an ocean of new dreams.
Superb visual detail, I love the rhyming scheme too, the flow is effortless and smooth (hopefully, like our transition from this lifetime to the next!) and I love the various figures of speech also.
A very thought provoking sublime write, dear Soren. Thank you so much for sharing, dear friend...

[Soren]

Thank you again my friend for your read and detailed interpretation capturing the essence of this write. It is always a pleasure to have a reader that understands and feels the poem

[Marie]

MOST welcome always, dear Soren...