In hazes of soft slumber
I slip into another dimension,
whose permeable membrane
I can only penetrate in dreams,
awakening to an alternate reality,
activating forgotten, familiar, memories,
of things that never happened,
places that never were,
people I never knew,
in a time that never was
A proxy verisimilitude
more real than any daylight hours
with visions and emotions more vivid
than these now living
Memories so fixed
in my evolutionary foundation
that I trust them
beyond the actual occurrence of sensations
A reality so reliable and above suspicion
that it is hard wired into my consciousness
and is no less believable
than this, from which I speak
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Each dream can bring us wonder and love soren. Dream on.
Andy
Thanks Gold
'A proxy verisimilitude
more real than any daylight hours
with visions and emotions more vivid
than *my eye-prickling reality*'
indeed, wise Poet
I so relate!
(dreamscape's where, our dreams
aspire to afford us an escape
from existence's, endless barrage
of bleak horizons and plaguing
shadowless memories, as ghost's
of hollowed out regret's
footprint trails, legacy of a life
draped in those ashes
of once, blindingly inflamed
hope
still, while we can breathe
we can blink
hoping for a new vista of life
to arrive
and on.. dreamscape's
to reality escapades, we strive
to survive
one nightmare, at a time)
Thanks so much L.B. your poetic words reflect as much wisdom as beauty. I so appreciate the review.
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