a morning breaking <br />a dawn awakening <br />quite suddenly <br /> <br />a flower budding <br />a petal fluttering <br />quietly shuttering <br /> <br />some dreams are dreams it seems, <br />just a figment of beautiful scenes, <br />like shadows frolicking <br />across the distant lands, <br /> <br />a candle flickering <br />across the shifting sands, <br />aborted before their birth, <br />bearing nothing of worth <br /> <br />their light flooding <br /> into an exposed negative, <br />their life falling <br /> into all the holes of a sieve <br />held momentarily, <br />in the briefest remembering, <br />fading so silently, <br /> <br />still yet echoing, whispering <br /> <br />sensations forgotten, <br />nothing begotten, <br />muffled and smothered long, long ago, <br /> <br />maybe a memory with nothing to show <br /> <br />a ghost of gone, long-ago thoughts <br />when lovers still longingly sought <br />with joy each other’s embraces, <br /> <br />oh dreams, please show me your faces <br />Could a dead dream live in memory? <br />not like sand in an oyster, a pearl to be, <br /> <br />Oh where are the testimonies <br />of all those dreams of long ago? <br />so promising the images <br />of all those dreams and what they showed <br /> <br />March,2006<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-2-2/
