Beyond The Realm of Dreams
When bounds of logic stretch
past conscious belief.
When even within dreams
the possibility of life together
is far...
Far from the realm of reality,
what more then,
is there but to dream.
Within the realm of dreams...
Hand in hand,
we walk the flower dotted,
grassy field.
Within the realm of dreams...
Hand in hand, barefoot
we stroll the warm sand
and rock strewn beach.
Beyond the realm of dreams,
where distance in time and space
and obligation are impossible
to overcome.
Within the realm of dreams...
What more then is there
but to dream
the dream of sleeping;
your head upon my shoulder,
the breath you breathe
warm upon my ear.
Who then can foretell or prompt
or dismiss a dream?
To awaken with a sad heart,
and a longing within your soul.
Who then can foretell or prompt
or dismiss the slumbering thoughts
that come at night,
that bring sighs of longing
upon awakening,
or the tears that form...
Beyond the realm of dreams,
cc,
beyond the realm of dreams.
Oh, yes, Mark, you write poignantly of the realm of dreams even children know about and other dreams that many of us seniors sadly remember and, too, of dreams that many have yet to know.
Thank you for sharing from the abundance of your experience and wisdom and for gifting us with your exquisite talent.
Richard
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Carole~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Beyond the realms of dreams one can fin an air of platitude, the velvet of peaceful silences or a thorn named rejection.
Beyond the realm of dreams shouldn't never be a sorrow.
Georg