Why do people dream?
To see things better
Where do people come from?
The Gods made them
Where do the Gods live?
They live in every living thing
Why do the Gods let people die?
People don’t die; they go from one home to another.
Once people awoke to earth
She gave them a power to see everything
They could even see inside each other
But in time they forgot and only few remain
Today we can do this only in our dreams
So if we were dreaming together we could know
They gave this gift to very special people
The people who can see
But they can only use this sight in their dreams
Where there are no words
Why are there no words?
Because it is easier to see, without words
What do they see?
They see the world as it really wants to be
Like in dreams?
Yes, like in our true dreams
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Dolphine (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Well written. You often have a philisophical aspect to your poems which lends them real depth. This one has that but I've always been rather afraid of dreams/dreaming!
Thank you! I do have to admit that in this case this is an inspiration in part with something I found, so it's like a mixture of something I saw and my own words. So the credit is half mine; but still I appreciate that you like it and you find my way of seeing things with real depth.
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Dolphine
Your image is very nicely fitting. As I am something of an incurable dreamer, I'm wondering which dreams you are referring to...the nighttime ones or the day? I believe from what the Bible says, our dreams are more often/typically only the fabrication of our wishes and only rarely were visions from God, long since ceased, seeing the Word of God is finished. This is a very interesting expose and fascinating.
Hi, and thank you. Well I mean all dreams no matter the source or time or path. What I want to express here is that you can see without words. I hope in time people can see beyond words.
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Dolphine.
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