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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Comments
20 Responses to “Lost Dreams”
  1. beth says:

    I think when we stop dreaming, while awake or sleeping, we slowly slip toward nothingness –

  2. 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).

  3. Life is a dream and dreams are just that…Very deep, like searching with a candle through the dark. Very good work my friend.

  4. kristianw84 says:

    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.

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    I seldom remember my dreams. Most of them are illogical—not really nightmares—just random images that may or may not go together.

  6. Jim Borden says:

    I am guessing I dream most nights, but I usually don’t remember them. and the ones I do remember are often quite strange..

  7. jonicaggiano says:

    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

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Welcome home, Jonikins! Glad you returned safe and sound. And thank you for your kind words and wishes! All the best to you!

      • jonicaggiano says:

        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

      • Brad Osborne says:

        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!

      • jonicaggiano says:

        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

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