These Dreams of Which You Speak

These Dreams of Which You Speak
These Dreams of Which You Speak

Who speaks to me in dreams,
is that echo my inner self,
or do those whispers mean,
there is someone else in here;
clouds on which to rest my bones,
soft and pliable pristine mist,
and sky the vastness of infinity,
warm from sun and sunlight kissed,
as birds fly by in ragged flocks,
joyous cries that mark my spot,
here in eternal space,
these dreams you speak
are beguiling.

And colours of rainbow mirth,
splay out from cloud and dance on sky,
and myriad colors, in fantasy fly
like albatross skimming water crests of white,
while fish leap, twist and turn
within the rippled thrashing plight,
as whales moan in dulcet tones,
echoes long resounding,
and as horses wild in frantic gallop,
mains flowing like winds alive,
pounding hooves across the sky,
eyes wide and pulsing hearts,
just for the joy of being.

Peering from my cloudy nook,
down to earth as others look,
the paths of men and human souls,
erratic lines so troubled whole,
their panicked vows and prayer rise up,
as life in gumboots kicks their buts;
and solace nowhere found,
tis they and theirs that sound so loud,
sufferance their ploy,
by there own hand they enjoy
the servitude of their wants,
their dreams non existent,
in their mundane minds.

Aloft I am my own answers,
sight my infinite key,
and all I see is relevant,
in this vast open epiphany.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “These Dreams of Which You Speak

  • November 4, 2017 at 5:15 AM

    Dreams open whole other worlds for us. I often hear a voice in my dreams when they are filled with many different visions. Makes me wonder who is there. The visions you express in this verse, Tony, are so vivid, it is well penned and a joy to read. It felt like I was flying as I read it. I just wrote a poem about dreams, but may not publish the whole verse. I will put it in my journal. Here is the first stanza:

    “When you lay your head upon the pillow, dream sweetly of me,
    As I dream of you, dear friend, with a love flowing like a mist,
    Much like a cool soft breeze, which caresses your cheek tenderly,
    As if a woodland faerie so lightly placed there a sweet kiss.”

  • November 4, 2017 at 7:22 AM

    Lovely verse Phyllis. Dreams are such a wonderful inspiration for a poet. Look forward to reading yours. Take care

  • November 4, 2017 at 10:57 AM

    I’m betting there’s someone else in there.. ha ha ha
    No, seriously – this was enjoyable to read; light and airy like a dream in itself


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