How can we see
What we are meant to be?
As we drift away
To where subconscious plays
At the end of the day
It is in this way
We do see,
We are more free than can possibly be.
It is in this place
No body
No space
In our minds eye
We are truly divine
It is in this present life
We suffer all strife
We learn the lessons our mind holds
We fear not and shatter the souls mold
Exploring the potential
Attempting the impossible
Attracting the infinite
Decoding the reason
Why then this vision
Why then this way
Why then do we forget
In the beginning of the day?
Why does our mind shadow secrets
When the answers are already at hand
it is in the timeless grains of sand
may we never understand
Whether the beginning ends the day
It is in this way
For our mind must pass the test
Leaving the answers hidden at rest
For when they will arrive
Only time and mind decide
For now they shall be
Eternally
infinitely
Patiently
Remaining in dreams
Journals Of Enreal 
Ahh, dreams. The perfect escape from reality, only to lose it the moment we open our eyes. 😉
Your poem brings Inception to mind.
I like it. 🙂
Thanks Tim… Inception, great movie!
You’re welcome! And agreed. 🙂
Thank you Enreal…
I have been fighting dreams – staying awake for days, keeping them from me as surely as I avoid living through them.
They have a way of breaking through daylight – they will not be denied, will not play silently when there is a message they mean for you to have…
I wonder if my dreams connect me to yours at times – like a friend with another having a spiritual coffee in an ethereal shop of dreamers all bent on finding their meanings in the froth of milk and the way it swirls in the cups?
Silly fancy – but still…
I’d like it – to sit with you and speak of these things and more.
L.
L~ as I read your words I knew. My friend I am always here. For coffee or conversation. Always. May your dreams haunt me for one nights rest for you.
Blessings.
I enjoyed this poem enreal. I wish for a day that we can live our dreams…in my mind I realize the chance is slim to none…but my heart and soul still wish it so.
“do we not live in dreams?” -Tennyson
This is a life line for me…as long as I can dream I can exist, and maybe, just maybe one day one of my dreams may come true.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts TinCup
We have to try to be the part of us that knows that nothing is hidden.
Thanks Enreal. I am understanding this poem in a different way now.
I like the photo very much.
M
mossy,
You got it… we do! thanks for seeing. as for the photo…
I shall post the whole image… It is pretty cool, I actually forgot about this photo. I came across this flower in CA, they have the most beautiful wildflowers there
Is not the vast abyss between dreams and reality the propelling force that turns man or woman to the Muses…left without the choice of living the dream…one inevitably turns to the last resort…ART.
Interesting perspective… I see what you mean, and you have a terrific point. Thanks for sharing your insight
Your words are always so lyrical that the deep meaning kind of sneaks up on me. I just don’t think you’ve ever written anything I don’t like, but . . .
For now they shall be
Eternally
infinitely
Patiently
Remaining in dreams
That is so beautiful.
Miss D~ thanks for your kindness, really glad you enjoyed this, that means a lot