Saturday, 8 June 2013

Only the Lonely OR Dawn Prelude, Mind over Matter

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, perchance 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.


Seconds before dawn,
caressed by a velvety dark,
seduced by its charms;
safe in Someone’s arms,
stuff of dreams

Seconds before dawn,
taste and smell of silence
invading the senses;
poetry in Someone’s arms,
myth of dreams

Seconds before dawn,
laughing among old gods
before answering
a wake-up call to arms,
save our dreams

Suddenly, dawn strikes
the first blow in a battle royal
and we must get real,
senses alerted to terror’s
war on dreams

From mortality, poor protection;
in dreams...salvation?

Copyright R. N. Taber 2007, 2018

[Note: This poem first appears under the title 'Dawn Prelude, Mind over Matter' in Accomplices to Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]

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