Today was a day that I wish wasn’t
That I could take away
Make it disappear
I wish I hadn’t woken
From the dreams that entertained
From protective membranes
Keeping me from harm
But I woke up
To a life less lived
And though I tried to catch the dreams
They quickly vaporised
Tag dreams
Cold Coffee
He haunts me in my dreams. Visions of skin and eyes and smiles and touch. Moments of bliss. Flesh. The flesh so strong. Overruling any sane thought straining to be heard. He is close to me. When I close my eyes, and my dreams roam unrestrained. We are together and I love him and he loves me. And then I wake.
The coffee is cold.
9301589v
I was so hot this afternoon, went and relaxed on my bed, and was in that space of being not awake, and not asleep. I’ve started an online course so have been working on that, and feeling somewhat like a student. In my dream-like state a string of numbers popped into my head. 9301589 and yes, followed by a V. Really? It’s now 2017, 1993 is so far away. Could it be that? And again the numbers echoed. 9301589v. I had to confirm for myself.
I felt like a student this morning, so my subconscious handily recalled my student number for me. Helpful as!
Seems there are some things we may never forget.
Color My Dreams
Gone are the days
When my babies cried
Gone are the nights
When we lay side by side
Gone is the laughter
The joys and tears
Replaced with silence
And screaming fears
Our cherished life
Apart at the seams
Once filling our hearts
Now colors my dreams
Darkened Night
I dream of peace
And passion and desire
I dream of hope
And happiness and love
I dream of one pure night
When our flesh will be one
I dream and all my dreams
Are hopeless fantasies
Fading into night
Dream your Dreams
Life is short
It’s passing every day
With every breath
Time is carrying it away
So live your life
And dream your dreams
For this brief day
Will never be again
Nightmare
You gate-crashed my dream
Woke me from my slumber
I want you and you don’t want me
Please leave
Sunshine Dreams
Empty Bubbles
Delicate dreams
Fragile and free
Float on air
In their vulnerability
And when all is quiet
I realize
All I’ve ever done
Is blow empty bubbles
To no one there
Night Dreams
Nighthawks by Edward Hopper, 1942. Public Domain
Decisions of mine
Every choice I have made
Have all led me here
A silent moment
Alone, having company
Contemplating me
There is no escape!
Wondering what could have been
No door can I see
I long for release!
Echoes of a distant me
Dreaming silently
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