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Tuesday, July 23, 2019

DREAM LOVERS












Dreamin' bout you
by Prince










Dream Lovers


You were my dream lover
And you loved me in my dreams
But we could not hold onto that
In reality it seems.

For love here in reality
Is a hard, hard game to play
And people run away from love
And almost never stay.

And I don't know why that is so
Or why it's always been
It's almost like true love's a crime
And wanting it's a sin.

People using people
Is now societal norm
Discarding them when they're of no use
From the moment they are born.

And yet inside each human heart
Is the burning need to know
The touch of love, not knowing that
Love needs our love to grow.

So people hide in shadows
And lurk at love's closed doors
Watching for love to open up
With  welcome mats  on it's floors.

But rarely does that closed door open
No matter how long you wait
For love's as frightened of you out there
As you are scared of it's fate.

And most of us, from youth to old age
Sit in darkened rooms alone
In a house that we have built ourselves
That will never be a home.

We live in virtual reality
That will never be a fact
Clinging to CGI people on screens
That will never love us back.

I don't think God made this world this way
Nor did He desire us thus
To live in lonely isolation
With no happiness or trust.

He made us to need one another
He made us need the things others have got
He made us to share the uniqueness we have
With other sad seeking souls that have not.

But you and I, we never met
On this lonely, orbiting rock
We waited inside our own closed doors
On which love just wouldn't knock.

Instead we dreamed ourselves a love
That visited at night
And who loved and lived in astral realms
But at dawn, kept out of sight.

And that sufficed for a span of time
But never truly satisfied
The hungry hearts inside of us
Who screamed at us and cried.

For something real that they could feel
To hold there in our hand
Not fiction, fantasy or film
But a real woman, a real man.

But we held onto what we had found
Just as passionately as we could
For fantasy was all that we had
And that dream world was safe and good.

Until the day came that we awoke
And could never sleep again
Till we embraced reality
And took it's hated hand.

And it led us out into the sun
And showed us skies above
Showed us life and all it's woes
And told us to look for love.

Not love in fairy story books,
Not love on movie reels
Not love in songs that just end wrong
But love that hurts and heals.

So we walked away from dreamland
Into the waiting arms of others
Who've longed for flesh and blood people to come
And take the place of their dream lovers.

And though we may not ever meet
And it may not ever seem
That we were true, I did love you
In the world that was a dream.




©By Voo
July 22, 2019
10:15 p.m.




Shelby Lynn
DREAMSOME



You Are The Dream
Ilse de Lange
 
Girl of My Dreams
The Manhattans
                                            


                     I've got dreams to remember
        Michael Grimm
                           


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3 comments:

  1. Sad commentary but an all-too-common condition of humanity. I have found that love has many aspects, many forms, and each needs nurture, love breeds love.

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  2. I'm glad that love isn't a dream. Instead it's tangible and sweet to the ear, tender to the heart, fulfilling to the lips, soft to the touch, beautiful to the sight, and warms the soul. Love is full of hope!

    As sad as it is, some dreams like the poem can be real as we look around and see the loneliness of those with no hope. The longing of the heart does not lie!

    Nice writing!

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