Lost Dreams
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Not once does life come to me
The vivid lucidity of wondrous dream
No memory or wish played out
On the imaginative stage
The subconscious at play
Dressed in the colors of the rainbow
Nuanced fortune-telling
Revealed with every sense
Where superheroes are born
And nightmares hold our monsters
Technicolor trance
That breathes for the soul
A window to the psyche
That remains with dawn’s light
Oh, how I wish for dreams
Just to prove I am alright
But life does not come to me
The vivid lucidity of wondrous dream
My nights are blank
Time passed without note
A repetitive hollow moment
Where I hide from everything
Both the good and the bad
I am a man of no dreams
And that is the saddest truth
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
I think when we stop dreaming, while awake or sleeping, we slowly slip toward nothingness –
I completely agree. Dreams are our fuel!
Though the dreams I remember usually make no sense in my ‘awake’ life, I can’t imagine what it would be like to never have a dream (at least one that is remembered).
A blessing and a curse I guess. Thanks sis!
Life is a dream and dreams are just that…Very deep, like searching with a candle through the dark. Very good work my friend.
Thank you my brother!
You’re very welcome my brother!
I can’t imagine what it would be like to not remember my dreams. I hope you have a magical one, and that you remember it when you wake.
Thanks Kristian! I will let you know if that ever happens.
Please do!
I seldom remember my dreams. Most of them are illogical—not really nightmares—just random images that may or may not go together.
Must be hard to draw any insights from dreams like that. Thanks Pete!
I am guessing I dream most nights, but I usually don’t remember them. and the ones I do remember are often quite strange..
I wonder if them being quite strange is why you remember them. Thanks Jim!
that could be it…
Hello dear Brad, I am home. I missed reading your beautiful poetry. I know what you mean about dreams. I seldom remember my own dreams and when I do they are often about my own death. Not sure what that is about. However I understand the lack of dreams as being upsetting at times too. These lines are so beautifully brilliant Brad:
“My nights are blank
Time passed without note
A repetitive hollow moment
Where I hide from everything
Both the good and the bad
I am a man of no dreams
And that is the saddest truth”
So descriptive Brad. I am wishing you an amazing dream this evening and one filled with beauty and love. Sending you my love Brad and wishing you all the best, yours Jonikens xoxoxoxo
Welcome home, Jonikins! Glad you returned safe and sound. And thank you for your kind words and wishes! All the best to you!
Thank you Brad. I hope you are doing well. Your poetry is always a treat. I don’t like to read it when I am rushed. I never got a response from my letter. Let me know if you ever want to do a collaboration. It would be my honor. Love and hugs, Jonikins
I do owe you a letter and I would love to collaborate. I will be in touch soon. Take care and thank you for all your support!
You are so welcome. I don’t read your work when I don’t have time to read it properly. I have gotten so behind in reading your beautiful work as I did not do much on-line while gone. During these crazy times if we get a chance to hold a grandchild and play or write or read a poem I will choose the child every time. I can’t completely catch up but I can at least start from now. I am so glad I saw your beautiful publication on Spillwords. They are a classy publication and Dagmara is very gracious. I am so glad you are recognized for your work there. Sending my love and I will be looking for your letter Brad with anticipation. ❤️🤗Love Jonikins