Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Heather Jephcott writes


Why dream of the impossible
beauty becoming grey
in the light of darkness?

Why dream of fantasies
weaving a love that
was never meant to be?

Why dream of angelic clouds
coming quickly, disappearing
empty, futile, meaningless?

Why dream up make-believe
conjuring imagined fancies
extravagant reveries?

Life can be better than dreams
more amazing than any imagining is possible....
dreams make for magical poetry

1 comment:

  1. Here we have the realist reeling off one hard-headed question after another debunking human fantasies. And then, the dreamer answers the realist.


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