The Dream ~ Billy J Barnard
That was a great dream.
I am going to have to remember this one.
And as suddenly as I have the thought, I forget the dream.
The dream is still here, it drifts close to my memory,
but stays just out of reach.
As I sense the dream, still dancing, inches from my grasp.
I remember the way the dream made me feel.
Warm, safe, and wanting more.
Not unlike the feeling of a new love.
Love I promise to forever, but lose to time.
Desperately needing that feeling,
I seek a replacement.
The more desperate I become,
the more I open my heart to imposters.
And, I begin the dream again.
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Funny, this poem reminds me of a dream I had about Corbin Bleu in the sixth grade. I’ve dreamt a lot but none could compare to the overwhelming excitement and butterflies I felt with meeting one of my favorite celebrites at the time. And it sucked having to wake up and realize that my mind offered me an unreachable possibility. I believe that is what your character is struggling with on the greater level. I love how you were able to pack all that emotion in one; the discussion could go on forever when considering all the interpretations of this poem.
I enjoyed reading this piece. I think a lot of people will be able to relate to the idea of not being able to remember a dream. You made this idea more powerful by discussing the idea of still being able to remember how it felt to dream that certain dream. Excellent piece!
“And the more desperate I become,
the more I open my heart to imposters.
And I begin the dream again.”
I really like these last lines. Isn’t that like life, though. We become so desperate for something that we start accepting substitutes, or less than the best. You’ve hit at a deeper human truth, Barnard!