If We Could Dream

Thomas W Case



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.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2024 20:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Tom Dylan, Teddy.15
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  • Meera Mere

    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.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you so much, and I'm glad.

    • Alan R

      Beautiful, almost unreal

    • Tom Dylan

      A great poem, Thomas. Reminds me of the line from Hamlet, about what dreams may come?

    • Teddy.15

      How beautiful I actually got goosebumps by the end. Kudos sir. 🤗

    • Goldfinch60

      Any dram will take us to reality Thomas.

      Andy

    • sorenbarrett

      Dreams have always been a favorite topic of mine and this poem shines with its imagery carrying emotions.

    • John

      Beautiful poem thought provoking, I always look forward to your daily post, it always impresses

      • Thomas W Case

        Thanks, John. Much appreciated.



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