Loves Dream
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,
my love,
beyond the realm of dreams.
©January 11, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman
the breath you breathe
warm upon my ear.
I had that dream last night. Then I woke up and it was Kali the dog. She does have a nice little muzzle but it was a bit of a disappointment. A fine poem Mark. Patrick
This is superb..absolutely exceptional!
I'm saving this one...
Thank you..
.. I feel a bit better now that I know someone ELSE has the same dream..:)
blessings,
vesna :)
Your friend,
Anna