The Makings of a Dream

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Inspired by a dream that I had at the age of 14 years old shortly after my grandmothers passing I can't believe this came out as effortlessly as it did.  I guess inspiration can come from just about anything including a dream that I had six years ago...the funnier part is I still remember that dream pretty clearly. 

I believe that the reason I remember the dream so well has to do with the fact that I feel that it wasn't merely a dream; but my grandmother coming to comfort me in my grief before going on to her final resting.  Sometimes it seems as though she is still watching over me. 

Either way this poem is a dedication to her:  Irma Wade R.I.P

The Makings of a Dream

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

Appearing as ephemeral as a ghost
You came to me
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
and perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

Appearing to me younger
As I too appeared a child
Rambling on the way that children do
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

Over the river and through the woods
To your house we go
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

Things were different
Old becoming new
As time passed just as you were passing
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

Speeding down this long and lonesome highway
The company you keep a growing child
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

It seems the time we spend
Though years
Is cut rather short
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

Tracing the creases in your face
Sad yet happy eyes locked with my own
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

Through all the years spent with you
In yet the space of a dream
Two words are all I remember you speaking
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

You disappear with the abruptness of a phantasm
With your two words lodged in my sleepy mind
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

Words that linger upon my awakening
And years after your passing
"Don't cry"
In that dimension in my brain
That only appears in moments of repose

I remember
And perhaps the void of memory
Is what makes me dream

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blackfootlady commented on The Makings of a Dream

12-08-2009

Keep dreaming,dreams come true if you follow your dreams... A very nice write...God Bless

redbloodink commented on The Makings of a Dream

11-27-2009

wow Queen very nice work.... Sounds like alot of love there.....

LovelyLyricist commented on The Makings of a Dream

11-07-2009

This piece sends you to so many places, it opens your mind and heart to dreams and thoughts that you want to finish out but then something else comes up and you start dreaming again

marxred commented on The Makings of a Dream

08-24-2009

I really like this.....it can be applied so many ways and in many situations dennis

RStornes commented on The Makings of a Dream

08-18-2009

I thought the imagery of the poem totally entailed the rememberance that a child would have of a loving grandparent. Very detailed and definitely takes your mind into a dreamy image of your love one. Great job!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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