In the Stars
When I was but a girl
I lay in my bed
and behind closed eyes
travelled to the stars,
floating in the calm
dark of the night,
feeling no fear,
feeling the deepest peace.
Now an old lady,
I search for those dreams of childhood,
the stars are further away
behind these closed eyes,
but patiently I wait,
knowing
the little girl
is as close as the dream
of home
that lives within.
David RL Moore
Sat 29th Jun 2024 09:42
Lovely poem Helene.
Searching for dreams, there's a start point for another poem.
Searching for dreams whilst dreaming, I sense I do that when I'm dreaming sometimes...hoping to find the door I came in by.
Dreams are a great alternative to our waking lives, I am often more content in my dreams than in waking moments.
Maybe as our dreams are the creation of our subconsious and in our dream state we are in that other world we cannot be troubled by subconscious interventions as we are embedded deep within it/them.
Oh well, just a thought. Thanks for stirring my remaining grey matter.
David