A Random Poem About Dreams and Reality
I’ve been having dreams in the night
That I am other people–again.
a man in a relationship with a woman
Relieved when it finally turned to friendship
For I did not love her in that way,
But my feelings of friendship grew stronger
Once the romance ended.
A young boy living in dilapidated conditions
Trying to be killed or injured
By being run over by a train or car
By his father.
Taken to the hospital
Are these past lives,
or simply where my shadowselves live…
in dark, broken, melancholy places
asked to absorb sin for others,
like the dream I had in high school
standing in a field of ash –
from the holocaust?
Or are these places deserved darkness
from having produced some sort of my own sin?
In my dreams I have been:
Black, Native, and myself.
I have been
Men, Women, and Children.
Yet, once in awhile, I find myself
In beautiful, wondrous places:
Peaceful, purple nights by the ocean,
Greeted by majestic creatures from the sea.
Playful, fields of green
learning how to fly.
A big me, standing on a small world,
Staring at the star-filled sky.
These are the visions I have in the night.
Yet, I have different visions during the day:
Deep in meditation I see
Beautiful garden islands
Similar, yet different to Neverland.
Royal cities with roads of gold.
Castles and throne rooms and banquet halls,
in which I am invited into each morn.
Around a large table
Twelve figures sit
Four more significant to me
Sacred mother at one end
Sacred father at the other
Brother truth to my left,
Sister wisdom to my right.
We toast with water that someday
All will return back to balance:
To honor, to courage,
To truth, to wisdom
To compassion, to peace.
Then they send me back out
Into current day reality
Where everything seems to be
A wild, weird combination
Of daydreams, and night.