My Dream’s Disdain

Dream’s disdain of harsh realities…

My dreams do accost my reason with furious denial,
holding firm their eloquent attesting to truth,
yet the mind finds fancy in their ruminations,
not the truth a heart may wish, but
reality’s harsh reproach in wishful thinking.

Yet these dreams hold my heart to ransom,
a feeling I cannot let go for fear of losing them,
and reality so bleak and sharp in abiding human flesh,
cannot placate my dreaming flight,
the warmth of my heart’s insurrection.

For here I find worlds of peace, where love resides,
no death without purpose, no suffering perversion,
just a land where blooms fill emptiness,
color replacing grey and light the fuel of sentience,
darkness and all its shadows, banned.

Why then do I accept reality, when it is so grey,
when love drives this heart to seek a solace,
a slumber where dreams dismiss the fray,
and hearts find contentment, where souls are truly free
to imbibe all that good can procure, in dreams of soft relief.

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 Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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