Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read from my recent book.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXUvLXEnRfc
If in death there were dreams of divine joy, and sublime happiness, it wouldn't be so bad.
Like the dreams I had as a little boy. The ones, that upon waking, I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. Heart sick, lonely as an old hound, howling in the moonlight.
The dreams that felt so real, I could taste the sweetness of my favorite candy on my tongue. I could feel the handlebars of my shiny new bike. Feel the wind on my face, as I raced against time.
The dreams where I could smell the honeysuckle in that beautiful girl's hair. The one that loved me, as we walked the dew soaked Meadows, and talked about our lives together, bobwhite's singing our favorite songs.
No, death would not be bad at all, if we could dream.
This one for me has it's own special bite. And this isn't the time nor place to reminisce. BUT, it wandered behind my eyes again and THAT says a fair bit about your words.
'Feel the wind on
my face, as I
raced against time.'
Oh yes!
Surely dreams are the magic that most humans search for, so seems your final question is one to pray for in one's own special way. A thoughtful, logical, beautiful poem, sir.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..