I Don't Always Remember My Dreams, But When I Do...
Please, Do Not Disturb
Swept up in a dream
Locked away, in a memory
Lost magically between
What is real and sensory
*
Surrender to sounds
Stirring emotions inside
Wayward desires compound
Thoughts that will not subside
*
My skin starts to pulse
REM's kicking in
Instinctive impulses
Make my mouth start to grin
*
As the journey proceeds
instincts start to feel gritty
The body knows what it needs
The sway, swinging rhythmicity
*
The pull grows even stronger
The will, does not surrender
No time left to ponder
The dream always remembers
*
The fight to awaken
I have given away
I don't need to be shaken
Or even want to awake
*
What happens in dreamland
Well, you know how it goes
Take the clock off the nightstand
And we'll see, I suppose
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Comments (3)
If it's possible, I'd love to live in a dream, lol. Loved your poem!
What happens in Dreamgas, stays in Dreamgas. (Unless we really want to share & can remember.)
I love this so much! I'm a dream fanatic haha