DREAMS
“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” - A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
About a dream, that made me smile,
when awake I am quite agile,
anything but fragile,
anything but fragile,
but I wonder once a while;
About theories of parallel existence,
About theories of parallel existence,
the reason for this recurrence,
and peculiarity of this semblance,
all in a state of ephemeral permanence;
Visiting places in my slumber,
that I do not remember,
from sweet November,
nor January till December;
That unequivocal love,
you'll never fall short of
peaceful as a white dove,
can be only found high above;
Familiar yet strange,
surpassing every range,
like some novella's last page,
nor ecstasy nor rage;
there's definitely some connection,
evoking unbridled anticipation,
of repetitive affirmation,
or simply a figment of imagination;
Ironic as it may seem
reality will scream
that living by a dream
is a concept too pristine;
But these dreams do create,
the moment that I await,
but time would neither wait,
nor fair to blame it on fate.
and peculiarity of this semblance,
all in a state of ephemeral permanence;
Visiting places in my slumber,
that I do not remember,
from sweet November,
nor January till December;
That unequivocal love,
you'll never fall short of
peaceful as a white dove,
can be only found high above;
Familiar yet strange,
surpassing every range,
like some novella's last page,
nor ecstasy nor rage;
there's definitely some connection,
evoking unbridled anticipation,
of repetitive affirmation,
or simply a figment of imagination;
Ironic as it may seem
reality will scream
that living by a dream
is a concept too pristine;
But these dreams do create,
the moment that I await,
but time would neither wait,
nor fair to blame it on fate.
