April 2nd, 2016

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Dreams I Could Live

I woke wondering if my waking life is like my dreams, and I'm just too stubborn to see the magic available to me. The poem “Dreams I Could Live” spun from this thought.


Dreams I Could Live

With dreams as real as waking life
so they seemed at the time
makes me wonder if reality
is as fluid as the other side.

Could I have as many friends
even though I don't know them
comfy strangers all and all
never seen another night.

Locations drift in and out
transported miles at the thought
then wondering how to return
is my greatest source of angst.

Passed ones come to visit me
the years then fade away
they are in the room again
I wish they would never leave.

Fears do not linger there
nightmares do not develop
when scenes pass to another
where the dread has expired.

I do suspect life is this way
if I were not so serious
in the waking hours removed
from the dreams I could live.

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