Dreaming - A new poem
If dreaming’s just like waking,
The image in the lake,
Then may I choose which world I want
As real, and which as fake?
And when you say you love me,
Does Cupid clap with glee?
Or does he laugh and shake his head,
At foolish, dreaming, me.
If dreaming’s just like waking,
The mirror to our lives,
Then who am I to demonize
The fire in your eyes?
But when you glare with steel brow,
Then smile with golden lips,
My head knows what my heart does not,
The dream world slowly slips.
No, dreaming’s not like waking,
The pillow’s not the muse,
The eyes betray, the lips belie,
The air that I abuse.
But real life’s without you,
Not hair nor hide nor heart,
And in my dreams, that sacred world,
We’ll never be apart.
- Oliver Schofield
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