I never had dreams.
I saw
I see
I slept
I dreamed
It was less about adventuring into the unseen
And experiencing what was felt and real.
Dreams and reality were the same thing for me
So for a long time I couldn't tell when I was awake or asleep.
But I could tell,
After a while,
That the life at night was a dream
A sweet, sweet, dream
And I never wanted to wake up.
I had days when I'd rather keep my eyes on robin blues and shattered stars
The light fracturing boughs into heavenly star lights
To make-believe real so I could believe in the real.
But after a while
I realized the allure of sweet, sweet, dreams
At night
When no one was about.
I could play for as long as I wanted
Sleep when I wanted.
I could stay up for as long as I wanted
See what I wanted.
I could sleep for as long as I wanted
To experience what I wanted.
Because when I grew up,
As I did,
I saw that the real was not mine to give
Or make
Or see
Or create.
I was just a child who knew "nothing"
So I couldn't dream
I shouldn't.
So I never dreamed.
A/N: Indiana University Writing Conference 2021
Ross Gay's Class "Lyric Archiving"
Content Topic: The Self as an Archive
Lyric: a conversation not bound to time and conservative movements; it can be disruptive in nature
Day 1- June 3rd, 2021
YOU ARE READING
Solace (Poetry Book 3)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my third book of poetry after the first "Poems of the Atmos;" and second "Ambience". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was m...