Literary Hype: On Dreams

XXXI Days of Poetry - Day the Twenty-seventh

On Dreams

I
My dreams assault me
They batter me, with
fear and rage, pain,
sadness and despair.
And even the wonderful
dreams are bittersweet,
for they too soon end.

But the dreams do not.

They are relentless,
exhausting, a physical
pounding as well as
mental, and spiritual
too. I can delay the
inevitable, but at times
I must sleep, and so I
have no recourse. They
own me, and they know it.

II
I had a dream I made a
girl smile. I don't know
her name, or if I will
ever see her again, but
maybe, just maybe, she
will remember me.

III
Go to where reflection meets
Reality, Where dreams' haze
Floats in the air like Amber
Smoke. There will I show you
The blurred edge of Forever.