I really had to think hard about posting this one. It really speaks volumes about the way I think and feel. It was absolutely the most difficult poem I ever had to verbalize.

WHAT I DREAM OF

What do I dream of? Some may ask,
as I relax and day dream, on a warm spring day.
Is it of birds and flowers, or blue skies and clouds?,
as I'm reclined on my back, in a field where I lay.

Every dream I have is different., I reply to those who ask.
Depending on my mood, and feelings I share,
with those people I know, and for those that I don't,
it all boils down to, how much these people care.

If I say I dream of gray skies, and whistling winds,
of rain drops falling, with thunder and lightning.
Some who don't know me, might think it quiet scary,
for someone to be inclined, to have a dream so frightening.

As I go on to explain, it finally becomes clear,
it is not the storm, with its violent display,
that holds the attraction, to my mind in any form,
but the calm and the peace, that you feel the next day.

These dreams that I have, are reflective at best,
of decisions I've made, in my life with regret.
They could be of spurned friendship, or feelings of love,
all ending in hurting words, I wish I could forget.

But the storm clears, and the sun comes back to shine,
as the anger recedes, and hurt starts to dwindle.
The warmth returns to my heart, as the pain goes away,
as friendship and love, in my life starts to rekindle.

If I would have said, It is love I dream of.,
most would have nodded their heads and smiled.
For that is often expected, no matter what your age,
love is what rules our emotions, and is seldom reviled.

So the storm is beneficial to me., I would say,
by revealing to me, the different emotions I feel.
The pain and anger, are small in comparison you see,
to the love and affection, that helps me to heal.


By: Linda V. Truderung