You could be anything you dream
Was not a sacred legacy passed through family tree
Being so incomplete
I myself entreat
To reach in seamless dreams
Dissatisfied with hopelessness
Engulfed in lucid loneliness
My path
Your wrath
I reach in seamless dreams
You are never really here
Took years to be observed, by those so far yet near
Always not quite right
Restless, rigid, my plight
To reach in seamless dreams
Be whatever your day inspires
Imagination grants gift to start the fires
Burning down the streets
Filled up with fancy’s treats
I reach in seamless dreams
A lover never touched in forest on mountain top
The taste of ocean wine, never tasted not forgot
Busy buzzing open heart
Fills me up so nothing may depart
As I reach in seamless dreams
I can be anything I dream
Just watch my words unfold the scene
Pretentions of a poet misunderstood
Journey out beyond the sisterhood
I reach in seamless dreams
Shall I be the one who spills?
With woe or joy or lust or desperation fills!
Laughing, lingering, longing, lost
Warming you up until the fire burns too hot
Come reach in seamless dreams!
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sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not sure if the title was too obvious... Thought I’d better post something less disturbing today. As yesterday’s poem floated like a lead balloon.
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Wonderfully done. Dreams, things unseen with endless living streams. Continue to dream.
Yes they are like little streams, I never know where they might take me next! Thanks for reading 😊
I try to grasp many things as I sleep and as I dream. Things I know that will never come to pass in the ream of the living. It's kind of reassuring to know that someone is enthralling me to hold on to the things I think I dislike about myself. Forever the dreamer.
Thanks for this.
Thanks Nic, I have battled with the dreamer in me, she is the poet, the writer, the drama queen, the thinker. I have come to a point where she is one of my favourite parts of me and whilst there was a time I though these dreams were seeking connection, I now simply enjoy the solitude and sense of self acceptance they bring.
I am glad it made you feel more positive about your dreamer!
Super read - dreams are like a Dali painting just wish i had his skills.
What a perfect comparison, I quite agree!
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