Memories and Dreams
Old memories long forgotten
are revived as I sleep,
the ones my mind alone has chosen
not to toss away…but keep.
In the archives of my mind,
a key in a hidden drawer
exists only in slumber,
but it opens up the door
to a slew of my life’s data;
people, places didn’t last…
yet in my dreams they live once more
through a secret passage to my past.
Fragments of my childhood,
I can smell, feel and embrace.
Though it’s been years, I look into the eyes
of an old, familiar face.
Remnants of relationships…
the good and the bad;
a resurrection of emotions…
the happy and the sad.
I am laughing, I am living
with the images in my head;
I am moving, I am flying
lying still here in my bed.
The unfamiliar visitors
seem to offer no threat,
though they appear to me as strangers,
I feel as though we’ve met.
My dreams are but a fusion
of facts and fantasy…
an exhibition in my psyche
of all there is of me.
Copyright 2010 Linda Ellis
www.lindaellis.net
My gosh, I’m a 65 yr old guy who, frankly, much of my past is best forgotten. But your poem strikes a chord.
Thank you.
May I have that read at my funeral “one day”?
Regards, and again, thanks,
Mel
Oh my goodness, I thought I was the only one that did that. I have been putting my self to sleep reliving he wonderful memories mostly. Sometimes I even have a little smile on my face while lying in bed for the good memories.
Absolutely Beautiful! Like all the rest.
I was just telling my daughter the other day that my dreams lately have been nightmares. I’ve been dreaming that I was back in the classroom teaching and the students wouldn’t pay me any attention! I’ve been retired from teaching 11 years!!!! LOL
Love the poem!! Amazing as usual!!