This world of dreams
where lovers meet, and fall in love,
This world of dreams,
Where others laugh, love, kill, die.
Where fantasies become so real
it’s almost as if you’re living them,
feeling them, wanting to be them.
Most everyone loves to dream,
even when we’re awake.
Then we must sober up
and recognize that it’s only a dream.
Dreams can sometimes be imitated,
and good things can be taken from
dreams, but some have to remain.
This world of dreams can be entertaining
quite exciting for a while, then we wake up
and realize it’s only a dream not reality.
Some things have to stay in dreams
where they belong, intangible.
Dreams, unreal yet quite delightful
Dreams, part of life, but yet not
I must come back now, I most return
Lest I be swallowed up in fantasy
Lest I begin to become the dream
I must remember that it’s unreal
Lest I begin to feel the things I shouldn’t feel
Wake up now forget the dream, embrace truth
Soberly and intently, even relentlessly
Knowing it was only a dream
until time to dream again, perhaps?
Charlotte B Williams (c) 2023.
Robert L. Martin
2aA dream is a dream and ever shall be. Reality is our ground that we have to live by, dreaming of dreaming again
Charlotte B. Williams
2aThanks for taking time. @Robert L. Martin
Nelson D Reyes
2aIn dreams we create reality. from reality dreams are born. Shed the dark ones. Pursue the rainbow ones. Like. Beautiful dream poem Thank you Charlotte. Let me dream of the rainbow 🌈 variety.
Charlotte B. Williams
2aThanks for the like. @Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
2aAmen to James 5:16 Love your majestic monarch cover photo 👍
Barb Clarke
2aI think it is fine to dream as long as you are aware that you are dreaming, after all, sometimes dreams come true, nice poem!
Charlotte B. Williams
2aThanks for the like. @Barb Clarke
Vic Evora
2aSomeone said the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. However, I don't think that this "dream" is the subject of your poem. I think you are talking more about dreams while you are asleep or nighttime fantasies. I know I dream often. But I don't remember any of it when I awake. So, in the end these dreams are of no use to me. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 But I like your poem! ❤
Charlotte B. Williams
2aThanks for the like, and for taking time. @Vic
J Ann Crowder
2aIt is quite the conundrum, that we must accept reality, yet we thirst for dreams & the fatastical fantasies within our minds, & what we can create. I love imagination, but like you, I know we all need to step into that reality & accept what is.
Charlotte B. Williams
1a@J Ann Crowder: So true. Thank you Ann 😊