Daydream

Dasim

Sometimes I visit

That place of reverie

Where time is not true

And thoughts don’t behave

As they are supposed to.

Old dreams dance hand in hand

With desires not yet born,

Secrets and feelings

Chat quietly

Among themselves

Remembering things

That never happened.

Mysterious paths lead me

To familiar places

Never visited before.

And I don’t know

If I am home

Or I am homeless.

Music sings to the light,

And the heart learns

To drown the pain of love lost

In the memories of love had.

Like morning mist dissipating

When kissed by early sunlight.

  • Author: Dasim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2020 12:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: We tend to construct realities for ourselves, and sometimes they become permanent. I wrote this to remind myself that this need not be the case and it is possible to escape them, at least temporarily.
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Comments2

  • dusk arising

    Now that is a beautiful piece of work sir! What wonderful things our dreams, be they daydreams or other, truly are. I marvel at the imagined places and people my dream self has constructed for i know i revisit them, pure fantasy as they are, time and again.
    You really capture the mosaic of a dream with your snatches dreamworlds dance with one's senses here. I really really like this piece.
    A MUST for my favourites. You've made my day.

    • Dasim

      Thank you!

    • Goldfinch60

      Super words Dasim, our dreams and reality can meet and bring such wonder to our lives.

      Andy



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