In Lives and Dream

Cycles befall my conscious mind,
each one like satin in a blind field of dreams,
and I know they ring like chapel bells
in memory, bring me close to what’s been,
yet it is just my intuitive nature
that recognizes what seems recurring.
And follow I might, their paths,
vibrant feelings and even mirth
so out of sync with now, yet part of me,
a past or future alert
that questions my scope of consciousness,
in memory of times not yet gleaned.
Flooded my mind with these flashes,
piecemeal beckoning to invite my inquiry,
and they do, for each one in heart, true,
feelings known and visions honed
in the experience, the circumstances
that feel my own.
Some I follow, others let go,
for they rear their heads so inopportune,
but those that bring my present to bare,
allow a certain acknowledgement,
and I begin to piece together
foreign memories of truth and despair.
They often haunt my present,
and mirror circumstances now,
feeling so accepted but not understood,
somehow to raise my consciousness
and experience acutely,
the duality of two lives intersecting.
If only I could talk to me,
in another time, another place,
to understand the causality of my visions,
the parallel happenings that light each life
with feelings, and the frustration
of being incomplete.
The void is vast, to be filled with knowledge,
and I try to bring light to bare,
so my soul can glean what’s necessary,
what care I need to complete the visions seen,
the tales of my own travail,
in lives and dream.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
My books link for review and purchase
- Brutal Night - March 30, 2021
- Like a Breeze Recalls - March 27, 2021
- Torrents - September 5, 2020

Very nicely penned verse, Tony. I find that my dreams and visions come easily into my life and reality. I trust these dreams and visions and have faith in what is dear and held in my heart for eternity. Great work. Take care.
Thanks Phyllis, pleased you related and enjoyed my thoughts. Take care.