Poem:Hazy Dreams:
Where do dreams go after you wake? Do they go to someone else or just fade away? They mean much more to me than I can ever explain. Let’s just say they eliminate all existing pain. They make my miserable life a story to tell, and explain anything that may seem unclear. Dreams are the telling of closed eyes; that leak out from behind screen doors. Where do the dreams go after you wake? I would really like to know if every dream has a meaning, or if some are just for show. I would like to know if this poem that I’m writing is just a dream, or am I wake for sure. I guess everything starts to become a dream after awhile. Even though your eyes may be open wide. Where actually do these dreams of mine go once I’m awake? Do they all gather and share their dreams with other dreams, or just dance their way into the clouds. This mystery is a mystery with a much undefined answer; an answer that could possibly ruin all dreams forever. Know that I think about it, maybe these dreams should be keep a secret. So they can dance across your mind, and tell you story while you peacefully sleep. Maybe they shouldn’t be exposed for the sake of us dreamers, who dream because it makes us into believers that anything is possible. Where do these hazy dreams go once our eyes open for the day? I often wonder, but at the end of the day… These dreams of mine keep me wide awake. |
Dedication:Mom,
I wrote this poem with you in mind. I know that I can always tell you about my problems and all my crazy nightmare infested dreams. You and I both know that I am a extreme dreamer at heart, and I can sometimes have my head in the clouds. You always listen and that’s why the line “Dreams are the telling of closed eyes” is for you. I know that I can tell you my dreams and you will listen and not make me feel crazy. Thank you for supporting everything I do, and not getting mad when I daydream when I’m supposed to be washing the dishes. I know my constant talking and question-asking can get annoying, but you always have an answer even if you don’t. The question, Where do dreams go after you wake is a hard question to answer, but I’m sure you would a funny yet logical explanation. I wrote this poem for you because you push me without hurting me, and I thank you for that. |
Hazy Dreams
(Original Work)