The Dream from Long Ago
What is this?
This was one of my very first attempts at a free verse poems. I hate free verse poems. I need some form of structure. But I was in a position where I had to write one. I wrote about my first memory though that is quite obvious from reading it. It was written 2/09/08
The Dream from Long Ago
When ever I see a sunny day, cloudily sky, or snowy field I remember
I remember back to long ago, to far long ago
Before I learned to sing, to walk, to jump, to run or even to play.
I remember long all the way back to my very first memory.
A dream it was if my memory will allow me to remember
Happened at about the age of four well at least that was the age I awoke
I was small and young and in my crib and all was dark,
Flash goes that blinding light before all returns to night
I open my eyes to see but all is dark but not for long
Soon small little balls of light fill the darkness and the float around,
These balls of light seem to play and have fun as they bounce across the room.
Quickly though they change their little forms and because something new
They transmorthasized into what seems to be little people.
The little ghost they appeared to look like then like their ball counter parts floated . all about the entire room,
Suddenly though they all changed direction and hovered towards me
They all seemed to be in their own little words doing different things
Some were looking like they were dancing, others singing
But they all were the same in height of two inches tall
The ghost all had strangers faces but over year latter I would recognize a quite a
few of them
There was really two groups of them the older ones and the younger
As I would age I found the older ones mentors and friend of the other
To describe them all would take forever but all are remembered clearly
One was wearing a suit and was stand up arms reached out and waving
Another was sitting, had glasses, a sweater and held out a comic book towards me
For another one though he looked like a clown hair sticking out while having,
small tiny hands
Then there was an old women ineradicable short with eyes like an owl’s
All of these were some of the mentors seen
The friend later met on the other hand were much younger and different
One was tall and seemed strong but was standing hunched staring at the ground
Another was sitting with red hair and seemed to be juggling balls of paper
To describe a final friend they were doing flips and were dancing
Bark bark bark
Very suddenly out of now where a very small dog like ghost came up to the crib
It sat for a second but leaped through the bars and then leaped back out
From there it jumped around as if it wanted to play
Then all the little ghost and dog included faded away fairly quick
The perspective had changed and out the window was seen
Beyond those plains of glass what hunts me every day was there
Five different angels whose faces like that of the ghosts’ would be known
These though not the faces of mentors or friends but that of true loves
All seemed so noble it was hard to believe that they were all real
From that point all then faded to black but the faces of all were still known
Next that would happen is two other different dreams but they were meaningless
One with great large bear and a hat, while the other had a great beast on my arm
Finally before I awoke at age 4 I saw all my real memories then after,
They came as flashes very quickly and seemed like they were really the dreams.
Now then I awoke and my life then had started
New things then happened and year and year would go bye bye
But I always still remember that one room full of the Angels and Ghosts
For I see them all around me and never can forget.
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