24.4.13

poem #24 {dreams}

Dreams

Did you ever think
How weird it is
That at night
We lay in bed,
Our eyes half-open,
Waiting to fall asleep.

Waiting.
Waiting to be
Captured by the
Enticing world of dreams
Where everything
Feels real until you wake up.

And, most of the time,
You can't even remember
Anything. Your dreams
Are nothing. And
The rest of the time,
They're very strange.

But I think our dreams
Are our imaginations
Breaking through the
Surface, saying,
"I'm here, and I'm
Weirder than you thought."

Like, really weird.
Outlandish, even.
And when you dream
About those fleeting thoughts
You had earlier,
You hope you don't sleep-talk.

Because that was one really,
Really bizarre dream,
And anything that would
Have come out of your mouth
Would've been extremely
Embarrassing.


Bekah Joan

2 comments:

  1. Haha! Love this! And very true. You should really try and get a book of theses published. I'd be your first sell!! (If someone didn't beat me to it :P)

    Layla.

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  2. Thank you, Layla! Who knows--maybe one of these days I will publish a book of poems.

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