Dreams: Are these Really a Reflection of the Real You?

Dreams seem so real. They are said to be a reflection of mind and consciousness. There are dreams that offer doorways. These portals can nurture or restrict the flow of life. Here is a poem about dreams and love. There was a place long ago and a love still to be discovered.

Best wishes to everyone



Childhood seems so far away.
The years; it would seem, have been many.
But the dreams remain; tattered but never swayed.
The scenery was comprised of orchards; fields of green, lakes and rivers
There were waterfalls everywhere.
These were nurtured by streams.
The woodland areas carpeted thick in green and brown.
There were patches of moss; which were always so soft.
There was a place so far away.

There were deep valleys; one after the other stretching on and on.
Still there were more valleys craved through the meandering hills.
These valleys, hills, fields and streams not measured by time or even in beauty.
Everything there was a rhythm of one; simplicity was to be found …bar none.
My dreams are often filled with the memories of all that was.
And indeed there was so much.

I experience the changing of the seasons; one by one to this day.
The spring melted the snow; followed by a breath of life to the land.
The summer was always so long; the days somehow serene.
The autumn danced and twirled; showing off in its colors.
The mountains and valleys appeared to know.
Yes, suddenly…the winter was there.
The fall of the first snow brought stillness to the air.
The silence was overwhelming; it seems so unfair

Delightful are these memories of a place long ago.
a single memory of this is enough to mesmerize.
I often had thought that these memories were enough.
Is this enough to be happy; perhaps to be free?
This place from far ago and long away has always been a haven.
This is where I go when I want to avoid or forget.
The child in you perhaps wishes to do the same.
Then came the day when I found you.

You were a breath of spring time.
And suddenly I knew…
I felt the warmth of a summer breeze in the air.
The snow melted; winter hibernation now long gone.
Life and love now bloom.
Blossoming like the flower in spring.
My dreams and my days are now filled with something new.
I will one day surely visit these places from long ago.
This is definitely so.
I hope that one day I can do this with you.
I now no longer dream of these long ago places.
Now my dreams are of you.




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