If I Could Walk Into My Dreams

If I could walk

Into my dreams

I’d take with me

When I return from sleep…

The solitude

That hangs strewn

Somewhere between

The stars and moon.

The pain free

Version of me

That adventures carelessly

To destinations

Far from reach.

The imagination it takes

To unconsciously create

The utopian landscapes

Of artistic escape.

The weightlessness

Of a gravity free reality

And all the possibilities

When nothing anchors me

To human disability.

The freedom and release

From manmade obligations

And unrealistic expectations

And everything that comes

With forging

My own aspirations.

The fearlessness and gallantry

Afforded to me

Unwaveringly

In place of hesitation

And groundless insecurities.

But most importantly,

I’d take with me

The recollections

Of my yesterdays,

So the memories

Never fade away

With the inevitable decay

Of my aging brain.