O is for Dreams

Today’s post is brought to you by the letter O and the category Poetry

Some years ago I awoke from my slumber in the wee hours of the morning.  I had been dreaming.  For the life of me I cannot remember the dream, but I knew it was the best dream I had ever had.  

I was saddened by the loss and tried in vain to recollect but to no avail.  The only thing that ever came out of it was this poem.

Ode to a Dream

Shafts of brilliance

Gleam at my eyes

And I awake in a start,

My dream must not die

I tried in vain

To return to yonder

But all I could do was

Lay there and ponder

I must not let her go

I shall search for that love

To the ends of the earth

and the heavens above

If all else fails

and my search empties out.

Then I shall retreat into myself,

for it is there, no doubt.

Waiting patiently,

to spread its wings.

Then taking flight,

through my soul shall it sing.

Easing the aches,

and brightening the way.

Warming the night,

And calming the day.

On its feathers,

the sun shall gleam.

For it carries but one thing,

and that is the dream.