Dreams vs. Reality

 Dream World

I woke between late and early,

some kind of bad dream crashing in.

I thought about you,

your strength carrying me through.

You’re everything I need to know,

everything I need, and so,

our love is written in concrete,

not always gay, nor honey sweet,

our quiet passion a poet’s dream,

mates for life, so it would seem.

All this and more I can say about you,

I can’t imagine a way without you.

Ours is not a dream,

there’s no magic in our art,

though to others it might so seem,

we are simply playing our part.

It’s no accident, no stroke of luck,

we do not bumble,

seldom stumble,

satisfied each day

with what life has to say.

Even if our love were a dream,

it would need to be embraced,

but no golden palace, no silver hill,

no white elephant need be chased.

Our love, like life,

though not a dream, remains

unfathomable, indescribable,

it simply sits there, glowing.

We cannot grasp it,

so we simply

bathe in its perplexity,

revel in its complexity,

be content in never knowing.

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Life’s Reality

All my books matter

as increasers of my life.

Reality plus.

When my dreams are

more vivid than reality,

I forget to act.

During some mornings,

it really seems that my mind 

has a mind of its own.