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Reluctant awakening
When I woke up today I found myself drifting away from a dream where I was with my dad in the old abandoned mansion by our house. We had been looking at pictures found on the old dusty mantels, pictures from my childhood. Pictures that brought back memories from another time. The pictures reminded me that, since I moved out to the desert, my children will never share similar memories, never experience the kind of childhood I loved so much. As I lay between the two realities, I found I had to let go of the past and remind myself that I am making new childhood memories for my own children. They will be very different from my own, but one day they too will look back in their dreams to the time that is now. And I hope they will have the same fondness for their past as I have for mine.
Wait…I was just in another world
Another time, another place
Please, I’m not ready to come back.
Let me live just a little while more
Among the memories of before.
Beloved faces, beloved places
Where the dreams were sweet
Young and innocent.
I’m afraid I’ll forget on my return
And reality surrounds me
Pushing out the images of the past
Will I ever see
The old places again
And run in the grass
Play in the past
Will I hold those hands
Sit on those laps
Explore the wild territory
Of my youth
When the tendrils of the real world
Wrap themselves around me
And seep into my conscienceness
Bringing me back,
Will it all be gone?
My heart is breaking
As I am waking
I’m not ready to go
I’ll crawl deeper into the covers
Pull the pillow over my head
Trying to grasp the lingering voices
Hear the fading strains of music
I’ll shut my eyes tight
Recreate the last scene
Try to feel those last feelings
Smell the dusty air
Willing my dreams
To pull me back in
Feel the old stairs under my feet
The rail sliding under my hands
Like it was before
I’ll reach the top landing
And you’ll be standing there
And it will all begin again
Visiting the sweet memories
Haunting my favorite dreams
Comments
interesting read, I loved it.
I. White
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Thank you Isaac! I am so glad you liked it. I just woke up and didn't want to forget the feelings, so I wrote it down as fast as I could.
When the tendrils of the real world
Wrap themselves around me
And seep into my conscienceness
Bringing me back,
Will it all be gone?
A great read and thanks for sharing .
I vote up and share.
Eddy.
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Thank you Eddy I am so glad you liked it. Sometimes reality is just too real.
April , I LOVE it when dreams like this come along ! I am all for haveing more of them . Sleep , sleep ,sleep and they will revisit us !.....Awesome !.....Ed
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Me too Ed, I love to dream, maybe that's why I love to sleep so much!
I published a poem here about this very thing recently that I wrote a year or two ago. Sort of reminds you too of people who say they died and came back. Maybe those were just dreams?
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I don't know Jackie, it will be interesting to see how close their accounts are with the real thing when we get there. I will have to go look for your poem. I love to sleep just to see what I will dream.
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