If in death
there were
dreams of divine
joy, and sublime
happiness,
it wouldn't be
so bad.
Like the dreams
I had as a
little boy.
The ones, that upon
waking, I felt like
I'd been punched in
the stomach.
Heart sick, lonely as
an old hound,
howling in the
moonlight.
The dreams that felt
so real, I could taste
the sweetness of
my favorite candy on
my tongue.
I could feel the
handlebars of my
shiny new bike.
Feel the wind on
my face, as I
raced against time.
The dreams where I
could smell the
honeysuckle in that
beautiful girl's hair.
The one that loved
me, as we walked the
dew soaked Meadows,
and talked about
our lives together,
bobwhite's singing our
favorite songs.
No, death would not
be bad at all,
if we could dream.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
What a wonderful poem. You explored a deep and complex topic with such simplicity and elegance. Your poem made me think and feel in new ways.
Thank you so much, and I'm glad.
Beautiful, almost unreal
Thanks, Alan.
A great poem, Thomas. Reminds me of the line from Hamlet, about what dreams may come?
Thank you, Tom
How beautiful I actually got goosebumps by the end. Kudos sir. 🤗
Thanks, Teddy.
Any dram will take us to reality Thomas.
Andy
Thank you, Andy.
Dreams have always been a favorite topic of mine and this poem shines with its imagery carrying emotions.
Thank you very much.
Beautiful poem thought provoking, I always look forward to your daily post, it always impresses
Thanks, John. Much appreciated.
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