What separates the icy dream,
From a reality just as dim?
What’s seen by our real eyes, awake,
Makes them more real than nightly visions, grim?
What separates dreams and reality?
What separates nightmares and life?
What brings upon us the strength to turn away,
From a recurring nightly strife?
What separates our shadows,
From the light in our day?
What lies in between the light and dark?
Where our dreams and nightmares lay
What lies between our world,
And the imaginative lands of nod.
What realm divides the two lands,
Could it be the kingdom of God?
What happens when one crosses through?
And dreams become part of life
What happens when a nightmare passes through,
And terrors become daily strife.
How do you repair what was broken?
How do you seal the wall?
How do you rescue this one?
When the nightmare caused him to fall.
Author notes
Crazy dream I had coalesced into this . . . make what you will
what do you think?
Comments
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ah. the return of the dream :\
i hate the dream, love the poem.
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wow.
it's very good.
i like the questions you ask and i agree wit karinabalan, it's very philosofic.
keep it up.
by the way, i just put up a new poem as well.
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I like this poem.
A lot of questions whith no answers. It very philosofic imagery of the reality and dreams.
It's sometimes all scrambled in the mind.
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