Dreams that Matter

Lay me down, I try to sleep

Crossing boundaries into the deep

Where subconscious lives without a peep

Dreams that matter rise from the heap

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Part of me now back in you creep

Vision that holds me while I weep

Missing you the rewards that I reap

Dreams that matter rise from the heap

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Silence deafens but words are cheap

Gone with the dust in one fall sweep

While the gift of your love inside I keep

Dreams that matter rise from the heap

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My heart tucks you in as I fall asleep

Spirits commingle as we take the leap

Where the land of nod is never too steep

Dreams that matter rise from the heap

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anupma 4 years ago from India

Nice Poem, thanks for sharing such a beautiful piece of writing.


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LaThing 4 years ago from From a World Within, USA

This is a charming poem! Sounds like my sleep time lol..... Beautiful words, voting up and awesome!


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

I know this has very little to do with your beautiful poem, but I find dreams to be fascinating. I don't remember many of mine but the ones that I do remember, with clarity, are always so insightful and give me quite a glimpse into my subconscious.

Anyway my dear, as usual your poem has instilled a peacefulness in my heart. I now have my quota of poetry for the day. :)


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

anupma, Thank you for your lovely comment. Careful...you are encouraging me!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Awww, thank you LaThing! I appreciate your visit and sweet comment.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Bill, Dreams are fascinating...a scope into what's really going on inside our head. And humans aren't the only ones that dream. I used to wonder what my dogs were dreaming about when they'd vocalize or move their legs like they were running or wag their tails during sleep. And, long before we are but newborns, with no experience in life, we dream. It is a complicated but very interesting phenomena.

Thank you for making time for my piece, Bill. Have a great 4th of July.


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shalini sharan 4 years ago from Delhi

such an amazing piece of work


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

shalini, thank you so much for such kind words.


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tobusiness 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

A very beautiful poem, "dreams that matter rise from the heap," so very true.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you tobusiness. I am so glad you like it. Thank you for taking the time to visit.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Beautiful poem about dreaming it makes me remember my dreams...i write them down ....billy is right this a peaceful poem...blessings....debbie


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Debbie. Dreams are a place where we cannot hide. What is important inside, sometimes obvious, sometimes surprising, reveals itself when we least expect it. While dreams are mysterious, ethereal, surreal...they are based on our own private reality. Those places we don't dare to visit in our conscious life, wait for release in our dreams. What our conscious mind tries to protect us from, escapes in our dreams like the ultimate vent that keeps us sane. Although some dreams can be disturbing, scary or sad, there is peace in awareness.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

I dream every night and remember them all. Sometimes I get to talk to my Mom and Dad and my sister who have all passed on. Lovely poem and voted that way.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Pop. I didn't know you'd also lost a sister. She must have been very young. I'm sorry. Dreams keep us connected, I feel.

When MacGregor got sick, I finally noticed buds on the plants I have been cultivating outside in pots from seeds. I wondered if he would live to see them bloom. I thought to myself, if not, if the plants bloom right after he's gone, it will be a sign that he is good. Today, as I watered my plants, I saw the first bright orange bloom opening.

I remember my mom telling me that her mother, my grandmother, gave her a desert plant that was green, but never bloomed. The day after my grandmother died, the whole plant was covered, for the first time, in white flowers that looked like delicate angel wings.

I just wanted to share my thoughts with you. Thank you, Pop.


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sarahcherbert 4 years ago from Grass Valley, California

Wonderful poem! Love it!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Sarah. I appreciate your visit. Have a great, safe, 4th.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and beautiful. Such a wonderful poem such as dreams are made of. Hope MacGregor comes to you in your dreams so you can see him chasing butterflies across the fields of Heaven.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Gypsy. The recent trauma of losing him isn't allowing any happy dreams yet. Eventually, I'm sure they will come.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

I'm listening to Eric as i comment, such a beautiful song, perfect for this piece. I know your heart still hurts. My thoughts are with you. Hugs.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Ruby, It will just take time. I spent the day by myself and needed that. I put some of MacGregor's things in my cedar chest and did some long neglected cleaning. It helped me organize some of my thoughts. I still find myself thinking about what I have to do for MacGregor before I leave the apartment. It feels shocking that I can just get up and go. I spent the last 9 years with my buddy, and old habits die hard. I will always miss him, but I will acclimate, because there is no choice. Thank you for your understanding, Ruby.


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suzettenaples 4 years ago from Taos, NM

Beautiful poetry. Your words and imagery are wonderful!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Suzette. I appreciate your support.


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Yes, Amy, you are wiser than you know with your poetic comment: 'dreams that matter ... " Our dreams do matter. They are often significant and help us to keep mentally healthy. Mac will often be in your dreams but even more importantly, he will always be in your heart ... where he belongs.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I knew you'd understand, drbj. I used to think dreams were boogie woogie, but they reflect everything that is important to us, whether we are aware or not. It is no mystery to me now why the study of dreams is so profoundly interesting because they are so personally telling. Your last sentence resonates with depth and truth. Thank you, my beautiful friend.


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epigramman 4 years ago

..well your dreams - poetic and reality - will always matter to me Amy and yes congratulations on 100 plus hubs now and almost 300 followers - I know numbers don't really matter to you but it's still a very impressive count because all of your work has the credibility and high standard of world class writing . lake erie time 7:28pm


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Colin, because "credibility and high standard of world class writing" really, really, really matters to me. Those are some of the best words I could ever hear.


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CrazedNovelist 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

Very cool, Amy!

-Aubrey


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Aubrey. I like "very cool" very much.


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Lucky Cats 4 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

Oh, amy..I missed this one...Yes....he will visit you in dreams....he visits through your dreams...this is where we are untethered; where our minds and souls are free from the restrictions of reason...this is where we 'travel,' our souls no longer earthbound....this is where we will be next...in a positive, loving, open and unlimited light of love. You have perfectly described it....and I visit often...so many of my beloved babies who have passed from this world to the next...to a place of lightness and love. Absolutely beautiful, yearning, hopeful, melancholy, and wth great release/relief do we venture there. Thank you for reminding me of this great escape. Your friend, in fact and in recognition of our dearly departed who dwell in perfect spirit right beside us. kathy


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

The first couple of days, Kathy, after MacGregor was gone, I'd nod off to sleep only to wake moments later with pictures of him in my head, still sick. Now, when I fall asleep, I am dead to the world, and haven't dreamed at all. I seem to sleep in short spurts instead of all night. I am still having moments thinking about his last walk, last car ride and his dignity during his final moments. On his last day, he was hanging on, with hopes of feeling better, waiting for his pain to go away. When I saw that, I knew it was time. Difficult as it was to let him go, it was the most merciful love I could give him. The next day, the flowers I have been nurturing from seeds this whole summer, in pots outside, burst into bright orange blooms. Since then, three potted plants from the apartment building, purchased by the landlord, in need of rescue from the brutal heatwave, have shown up on my doorstep. They have "come alive" in my care.

Someday, Kathy, I may share my life with another Scottie, although there will never be another MacGregor. I looked up "Rescue Scotties" and found sweet pups that need a loving home in neighboring states. It is too soon right now. But, providing I can afford to care for another, who knows what the future might hold.

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