Drifting in the ether, dreams attenuate my focus,
as they infuse my floating comfort with sedation,
like a haze of imagery, in and out of vision,
a sense of what’s happening, yet apart I remain,
as dreams form more conclusively, starkly clear,
and I regain my clarity of sight and sound.
As an observer I experience,
my senses alive yet rendered incomplete,
as if held back for fear of waking,
and I drift with their course, inquisitive,
and meet souls I have never seen, yet who are familiar,
as I interact, discuss and draw conclusions.
I feel love, I feel questions arise,
a woman I have loved yet new to my eyes,
and I am nestled here in the warmth of her life,
as if withheld I have been, and excited to be again,
as dreams carry me further, as words echo in my mind,
knowledge I must assign a place in consciousness.
Lucid dreaming I waver between
the reality of my room and dreams
that assume my place in timelessness,
across lives and space I drift,
voices resound, their words profoundly important,
as I desperately try to hold them.
This love I’ve found, so dear,
yet so out of place in my time,
but from another life she was with me,
a yearning now seems wrong,
yet its glow has so reached my heart,
I feel apart, and grieve the loss.
I know I have seen her before,
many times in dreams,
and the life we shared echoes strong,
the happiness we shared can’t be wrong,
its just the time from which I see her marks the memory,
and sadly I say goodbye, as if soon we’ll be reunited.
I awaken in the glow of her face,
her beautiful skin and smile mine to hold,
so long ago, perhaps, but in timeless truth a moment,
a glimpse of yet another life and love in sharing,
as now appears in my present room,
and nothing seems as it is, as we assume.
Tony DeLorger © 2018