To dare to dream
The essence of this poem comes from one of those moments of introspection where you have that really big soul searching moment.While it does not necessarily reflect on any particular circumstances, nor is it a poem of regrets, it does allow for overall reflection on how life can be altered or affected by small instances or decisions.
Time speeds by and in its wake a pile of unlived dreams and longings
The very essence of my being is filled with the regrets of a life unlived.
Of ventures undiscovered, songs unsung and dreams, dreams waiting to come alive.
In my bag is all the evidence of dreams, some reality but mostly dreams...
The last of the wine is gone, the fragrance still lingering on my breath
I am dreaming but I am wide awake,
The pain is too great and I reach for the breath of the wind passing through the trees
The memories are yet unmade and I am of an age not new
I need to believe in my own prophesies, through pain comes great gain.
I reach inside my pockets full of pain and out comes a note,
The one you can’t spend, can’t sing
All of the joys of life are still unlived
I’ll rest and then awake from my slumber to continue the journey,
I must find the end.
All my dreams hidden away someplace,
And somewhere I will find the courage to unpack the
And begin again.
29/01/11
photo by Toa Heftiba - Unsplash
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