Only Dreaming - Poetry
one winter night.
In a deep slumber surely.
Snoring loudly - duvet over my body.
I had a dream - I had a dream.
Journeying in the past and the future,
Seeing the Moon passing between the Sun and Earth.
Only my mind was at work,
Only my mind knew where I was,
I was enjoying this dream ,on a cold winter night.
It was vivid and real as an earthquake
I was actually living the dream in a dream
It was real, true and fascinating.
The dream gave me hope.
Dreaming being on top of a mountain,
Dreaming hugging angels,
Dreaming dancing tango with Jesus Christ
Speaking in tongues with angel Gabriel was stunning.
It made me holier than all
It made me a spiritual perfect being.
It made me a supernatural being.
Dreaming dining with God gave me happiness.
Dreaming flying in wonderland,
In a crimson rocket was soothing.
Dreaming being a millionaire,
Gave me hope, comfort and satisfaction,
Dreaming in God's palace, gave me pride.
The king Midas' touch of gold blessed the dream.
Everything I touched turned into gold.
The bed slept on was pure gold.
The plates, the spoons I touched turned into gold.
The house was 'bling -bling'.
Everything around me was golden
As I suddenly woke up, my happiness ended abruptly.
When reality struck, I realised I was only dreaming.
The naked truth was before me.
Oh for heaven's sake!
I was still the usual poor Tom.
Sleeping in my shabby tiny tin room.
I was still the usual Tom.
The poverty stricken dude
Who could hardly afford a meal,
I was still the city beggar.
With torn clothes and hardly an underwear,
Fully awake and overwhelmed with disappointment,
I shouted - Oh dear! Oh hear!
I was only dreaming.
it's not real and it shall never be!
