Dreams

Such carriage that to the common man

And child alike, affords the means to range

The skies,and the orbits close to the sun above -

That if a coach it was, for the gilded plaques alone

How dreary a cloak, would night descend on many folk.

Sweet , quite often they're made of, like fine silk

Or the purest of wine- dipped candy for the soul -

That awakens each carcass to the joy of living - and

Speckles the hours of the sun, with felicity sublime.

Ah dreams ,sweet dreams I say ; but there is a suite alas !

How often has the spectre  chased out slumber

From our courts, and for himself a haven make -

Within the den; Torment like none other, a sleepy head

Would know , like a nightmare that awakens the demons

That within us lie ! What sweet dreams dare I say!

Dreams , and the mysteries thereof are manifold.

A token glimpse to the other side, a seamless -

journey through quantum space, where all in all abides;

Where aspiration and manifestation entwine -

Where reality is perception and vise versa.

So, dream - on dreamers , you lovers of life -

Let not the wiles of banality your wishes suppress. 

Cast deep and wide your kindling nets , and reap

That which, your earnest and honest desires command.

For dead is he who forgets to dream .

With him in the grave, his dreams expire. 

By Hope Kalé Ewusi ©

This poem was originally posted on my literary blog "Echoes Of Dylan" . Besides blogging about financial matters, I enjoy writing poems. If you enjoyed this poem, you can read more here:

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