Dreams and memories, are they the same thing? If not, how are they different? Do you dream of things that should have been? Or do you dream of things you wished would be? It is my thought the difference between dreams and memories is a very thin line. Dreams give us the ability to explore memories of the past and sometimes they cross over into what we craved for in our waking hours. You cannot get to be my age without falling in love a time or two. Sometimes I relive those moments in my dreams and in this perfect world that darkness brings – all the wrongs never existed. Dreaming gives us a gift to quietly and safely go insane every night of our lives. Even if for me – it always ends up callin’ her name.
Callin’ Her Name
She left a memory so passionate and deep,
Each night callin’ her name when I fall asleep.
Been awhile since we parted ways,
Reminiscences and dreams are a wandering maze.
There is a thin line between memories and dreams,
Learning the lesson once again, or so it seems.
Flowed just like smoke through a keyhole,
Callin’ her name in my dream, she starts to stroll.
She was oh so beautiful with long flowing hair,
Never knowing that I should beware.
Within my dreams, she walks without a care,
With her beauty that is forever rare.
We have laughter and good times,
In the mountain breeze, listening to wind chimes.
The beginning I thought she was heaven sent,
Now so confused on what it all meant.
Eyes closed and in my slumber always callin’ her name,
Waking with a start and my heart is in flames.
Tried to forget, but in my dreams she walks,
In the dark at 2 am on my bedroom clock.
Wonder at times if she was ever really here,
As the dream fades and her presence disappears.
Trying to fall asleep, to see how this dream finally ends,
Callin’ her name where my memories and dreams blend.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2020
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