by Michael Anthony
I asked a man I thought would know,
(He had a knowing kind of eye)
Do dreams hold to their promises
or are they prone to lie?
Is there proof of their existence
outside the realm the heart supplies?
Is the other side of paradise
just death bathed in disguise?
He said, Death and sleep be brothers,
son but they owe their peace to dreams,
and theres room enough in Eden
to pledge to both regimes.
I offer you no evidence
of what the good night might redeem,
but lies hold to the dreamer, boy
theyve no dominion over dream.
And with those words, he took his leave
but left a nightmare in my head.
He was looking from the mirror
when I sat up in my bed.
Posted on 02/24/2007
Copyright © 2021 Michael Anthony
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 02/24/07 at 12:57 AM|
This is awesome!"He had a knowing kind of eye" and surely he in dreams could never lie... So very inspiring. I love how the last stanza slammed me as the reader. Having had quite a few profound dreams and a son who has them that tell things that happened he had no way to know... I pay attention. Some are nothing more than indifferent digestion, but some... just make you wonder. Great stuff!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/24/07 at 03:45 AM|
Hmmm, sleep and dreams - I enjoyed this - fun twist at the end..
|Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 02/28/07 at 08:37 PM|
I like what you done here...if you tightened it up a bit, it would be even better:)
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/17/08 at 09:02 PM|
Great verse. Enchanting look at dreams with a neat twist at the end!
|Posted by Steve Baba on 11/29/08 at 04:37 AM|
Great stuff. Really liked this poem.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/30/14 at 02:48 PM|
I like the storytelling aspect of this ode. Are dreams apt to lie or reveal promissory truths or do dreams exist outer such realms and merely serve us as immense storehouses of the imagination, the fodder with which fantastical odes like this are writ?