But A Dream

Dreams are lies

Dreams as clear as glass

On crystal blue lakes

You on the other side

Of a lost forever daybreak

Telling me the impossible

Will always be beautiful

Its colors will never fade

Mislaid memories as fawns    

Flutter awake at dawn

Rousing Morpheus’s curse

In a witch’s tinted mirror

Where it’s all in reverse

I run away from you

To stay tethered to you

I lose you to find you

On chessboard journeys

To the middle of nowhere

You on a train to somewhere

That I can never catch

In a hypnotic rush or dash

You roll away, fleeting as a spell

Life, what is it but a dream?

Love is over in a flash 

Author's Note

Loosely rhymed...

Reviews

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As someone that can snooze through an Earthquake, dreams are not something that I can relate to. I never have them, such is my state of deep sleep, but many do have dreams and quite often they are mixed fragments of both subconcious and concious thoughts. Your poem certainly reads like a dream in itself. The loosely flowing rhyme and lines are very suitable to your theme. Your dream here seems to question the promises and words of another. They seem as foggy as a morning mist and the poet cannot seem to grasp these promises no matter where he chases them. Should he listen to the dream and follow the dream or accept it for just what it is and go on living his reality? It's a deep poem, P, and one that needs some serious consideration to interpret. Much as dreams do themselves. I enjoyed the poem with its literary references and its own dreamlike quality of style. It's a most interesting poem, dear, P. Much enjoyed, as always! :))

[AJNJ]

Thanks a lot Madame!
Nothing serious to consider hehehe. I'm not a deep person lol. I've been seeing loads of Dream Poems on the Cafe and have been long aspiring to write one of mine own. And when I came across this Alice In The Wonderland Looking Glass story I was litreally salivating. So here it is. And yes, I did try to give it a breathless and foggy kind of tone and so I'm thrilled you liked it. So grateful always for your awesome reviews. Thank you many many tons.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Life--which often seems like just another dream form--can be fleeting.
Mere romantic love is quite perishable; hopefully, true love abides.
High-level poetry, AJ.
Enjoyed the read!

[Dave Brown]

I am inclined to think, if relating to love didn't take place, neither would poetry.
Dreaming is my thing, usually enjoyably.
I don't mind dreaming. it is the waking up at 3:00AM thingy that's not too much fun
Keep on dreamin

[AJNJ]

I’m not a fan of that thingy either :) it gives me a hangover almost as bad as a vodka bomb. Thank you for the great review my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love is over in a flash...and yet we keep chasing it...in our dreams, in our wakes...
as Billy Preston sang "will it go round in circles?"
I guess it does...we chase our tails in love, like dogs chase theirs.
do we ever catch them? almost, not quite...
love is rarely caught as well.
love the metaphor i see in this...
j.

[AJNJ]

Indeed sir...love is rarely caught. Thank you very much for the kind comments. Means much!

[Serene Star]

I always believed that those who live their life as a dream -
they exist on a different level
They see things with their heart
And are humane

Realities can remove that element of humanity from our souls
Beautiful write :)

[AJNJ]

Dreams do project our subconscious selves. Those who feel more, dream more. You have a great point there. Thank you for your thoughts on this poem. Appreciated very much!

[John the Baptist]

Love is something that seems to make poets rise to their highest in imagery. This offering is full of them. Really liked the caveat provided by the unique last line.

[AJNJ]

And I loved your words here! Made my day. Thank you very much sir!

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Strangers...
You won't believe that I recalled your first poem on this site when I read this... walls and obstacles between two souls... whatever we expect are nothing but dreams.. and dreams rarely come true. There's a certain bonafide quality in your writing for which they sit in my mind even if I read them for once. In dreams I see flashy images or acts and at times they provide excessively real feel.
As Jamila said, snoozing through an earthquake, this exactly happened to me. 'Twas 4.7 on richter scale and I was sleeping like an intoxicated figure. Yet dreams do irk me!
Real write, Jee👐

[AJNJ]

You know my friend? You’re one of the reasons I write and post on this site. Meant from my heart. Thank you Tahsin. Every word of this review is precious. You know you’re appreciated very very much! 🌹

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The day is ending here so am keeping your words in my mind so that they'd make my tomorrow! It's more than really an honour to hear this from you Jee, You write fantastic and limca-stic👌 and are a faithful friend. Almighty bless you :)

[Papaya]

Dreams are so trippy and they never make sense. Scenes end, scenes blend. Life and love are kinda crazy like that too. Reality is at times stranger than fiction after all. And this poem here sounds like a bad case of crossed signals.

[AJNJ]

Dreams for me...are always the way you described it aptly. About crossed signals and confusion. I never wake up from them enlightened. Just more muddled! Thank you Ms. Ana! Your review of this poem means much!

[Papaya]

You're welcome :)

[Robert Trakofler]

Id swear Edgar Poe was traipsing about in your dreams that might Mr. Pennywriter:) The voice in this is a blend of obscurity and revelation in the gradual unfolding of its lines I like the meld of subtle subconscious murmur in the gentle lines of rhyme it makes for a nice conduction to the reader of the foggy clarity of that half wake state... very well done

[AJNJ]

Was trying to capture that fugue state of dreams. Like sleeping walking. Dreams are both clear and vague so it’s difficult writing about them convincingly. So it’s a great feeling you liked the words here. Thank so much dear sir Robert, for such a great review on this one!

[Chris Shaw]

I often dream as clear as glass, and feel emotion too. At times I have woken up with a smile on my face and once or twice have woken up crying. Yes, dreams can feel like lies can't they? I have to say on more than one occasion I have been thankful to wake up when I did. This poem is beautifully conveyed, with rich imagery. Yes love can be over in a flash, but your dreams will tell you otherwise. Dreams can be mischief makers. Really pleasant read Pestonjee.

Chris

[AJNJ]

Dear Ms. Chris....
You can’t imagine how happy it makes me feel to have a friend relate to my words here so beautifully! Yes! They’re mischievous. They disturb. Throw things at you that don’t exist. Bring back things in different hues than they were but I understand that they’re just fake, fanciful churnings of our minds. Like Pucks they are!

I borrowed a lot of words and imagery from Alice in Wonderful’s Looking Glass story to write this out the best I could today.

Thank you for the great review. Thanks a ton!

[JMichael]

"Dreams as clear as glass on crystal blue lakes....", it's a lovely image and one i wish happened in my dreams since mine are always murky and shrouded in mist. I have always found dreams to be odd and never really any indication of what lies ahead. Maybe because I have never understood them. I like your references scattered throughout, particularly of Morpheus, the son of sleep and a god of sleep and dreams. It's a well selected reference. At the least your dreams are not nightmares. A fine contribution, Pestonjee.

[AJNJ]

I get this weird feeling in dreams...I wake up with strong aftertastes of images, words, people. Wrote this one as a fantasy borrowing words heavily from the Alice In Wonderland Looking Glass Story. Wanted to write something on a dreamy affair. Thanks a ton sir! Awesome review!