To anyone who can dream <br />And then awaken, <br />Remembering the impossibility <br />Of what was only mirrored <br />In your mind, <br />During a given night, <br />Actually happened there... <br /> <br /> <br />Dreams arrive not from nowhere <br />But from somewhere else, <br />A strive vehicles of memory, <br />Transcribed within the space <br />Of a plaid network... <br />The puzzle of Faith, Hope, <br />Truth, Beauty, Love and Peace <br />Surrounding the Earth, <br />Claims of Spirit! ... <br /> <br /> <br />Dreams are tokens of reality, <br />Merely disheveled and suggested <br />In the fantastic unfolding <br />Of discarded old written notes, <br />Illegible but then revised <br />And re-arranged in such a way <br />That one day, perhaps, <br />Would impress the World <br />With his or her Love, <br />Art and Wisdom... <br /> <br /> <br />©All Rights Reserved-2011<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-144/
