Dawn Prelude

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They say we dream the more intensely just before we wake up.

Many if not most people love to dream of waking in a loved one’s arms.

Some such dreams do come true, of course, but not for everyone. and not without our having to first 'get real' by fighting off off any self-consciousness, getting out there to try and meet that special someone instead of sitting back and waiting for him or her to simply come our way. In the meantime, we get to meet some interesting people, make some good friends, broaden our horizons and generally acquire a social identity more likely to make us an altogether more interesting person to know, maybe even to love…

Positive thinking can defeat even the worst nightmares, especially when it becomes a habit likely to surface from even murkiest depths of the human subconscious.

Me, I only discovered the passionate side of love but once, in someone who was killed in a road accident abroad not long after we had found each other, but such is life sometimes, and it was well  worth every heartbeat just to have been in love and have it reciprocated even for a short time. Love, of course, is a many-sided creature, and we need to remember that; love for family, friends, pets and places too, all have their place in the heart that remains open to them even after certain doors slam shut.

DAWN PRELUDE

Seconds before dawn,

taste and smell of silence

invading the senses,
listening out for love, 
Poetry of Life, inspiring
dreamers worldwide

Seconds before dawn,

laughing among old gods

before responding
to their wake-up call,
reflecting on getting real 

with our dreams

Seconds before dawn
gets to strike its first blow
to send us reeling
from those home truths 
alerted to a centuries-old

war on dreams

Seconds before dawn
trust fear to give the heart
cause to miss a beat,
allow breathing space
to reassert its disputed role
as a lead player

Seconds before dawn,
we rediscover in ourselves
whatever raison d’être
asks we but keep in view,
if only to see us on our way
into another day

Seconds before dawn,

caressed by its shadows,

seduced by its charms,

comes you-me-us, where
hope springs eternal, the stuff
of all our dreams

Copyright R. N. Taber 2007, 2018

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in Accomplices to Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007.]