The Foibles of a Dream

The Foibles of a Dream

A Poem by Paris Hlad

eThe Foibles of a Dreamf[1]

 

-As I Awoke from a Heartbreaking Dream-

 

Why suffer the uncertainties of night

To burn but like a candle in the gloom,

 

When our best hope in life is to remove

From loving in the squalor of a tomb?

 

Why conjure all the foibles of a dream

But for the sake of what will surely fail?

 

For love cannot enfold us in her wings,

And only hopeless longing can prevail!

 

How is it that I know not of your death?

But learn of it, at once, as my soul slips

 

Into a realm where it is carved in stone

 And subject to my trembling fingertips!

 

-

 

You Knit Me Together in My Mother’s Womb.

I Am fearfully and Wonderfully Made.

 

-Psalm 139



[1] This poem recounts an extraordinary dream the poet had in the summer of 2014. His mother had been dead for nearly a year, but only as he awoke, did he recall that she was no longer a part of the physical world.

 

 

 

© 2022 Paris Hlad


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Paris Hlad
Paris Hlad

Southport, NC, United States Minor Outlying Islands



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