"What Should Our Dreams--To Us--Convey"

 

 

 

 

 

“What Should Our Dreams--To Us--Convey”

10/29/13

 

To my always dear and valued friends, and ever kind, and loyal readers,

 

 

It is now near 11:49 a.m. on an otherwise quiet and unremarkable Tuesday. 

 

As usual, I woke to pain, and a general dull-wittedness.  I just want a quiet, and ordinary day, relatively free from, ‘boojums’, or, ‘whammies’. And—of course—a day without bills in the mail would be nice, too!

 

 In my thoughts of you, my dearest friends, and always loyal readers, that I wish to spend (if you will but allow) with you, some thought out reverie, or perhaps some little bit of quiet news.

 

Presently I hurt with the lingering shadows of, ‘global (nowhere, and yet, everywhere) pain’ that clouds my thoughts, and a bad left eye that obscures my computer screen, so that I must view my tired and jaded world with but one eye, and compromised sight; believe me, it is sufficient to my needs, as who needs 20/20 vision to feel such pain, and cry.

 

Gamely, I try with many cigarettes and coffee to ignore it full, though--as an afterthought--some lingering distress remains.

 

All of us need our sleep, especially those of us who daily suffer from pain, mental distress, depression or despair.  We need to retire to our beds at night, finding first that singularly comfortable spot among the cool linens and covers.

 

Gradually (it is hoped), we relax, and as our sleep deepens, we enter that phase of sleep from which dreams arise.

 

Too often—though—these, ‘dreams’, are troublesome, annoying, scary or terrifying.  It seems quite unfair, after a day of hurting, our dreams should lead us into Hell’s playpen!

 

These awful, and horrible dreams cause us to startle-awake, to get up for a drink of water while the, ‘nerves’, settle down.  And then, return to bed to begin the cycle anew.

 

Personally, I don’t seem to have any, ‘control’, over my dreams; while I have heard of, ‘lucid’, dreaming, during which time the person sleeping can control the content, direction, and implied meanings of their dreams.

 

But to all my dear friends whom I freely love, and who never stray far from my heart of hearts,   this, perhaps, explains why I, in some quiet poetic frame, might ever hope to move you to a place far from your pains.

 

 

 

 

 “What Should Our Dreams, To Us, Convey...?”

 

I

 

What should our dreams, to us, convey...? Something no worse
than sight of dewy petals, as from some rosebud burst;
or, some happy, half-remembered bit of childhood verse.
Or like some wind-up circus where-at first-
is seen a pretty lady on a horse, while acrobats and painted clowns rehearse.
Of princely hoards of candies, rare, surrounded with sufficient icy lemonade to quench one's thirst.

 

II

 

Conveyed should be the views of fabled past
Where dashing, charging knights slay all monstrous dragons to the last;
of banquets in a castle hall, where noble knights and princesses dance a slow pavane ‘neath roped, candled chandeliers that hang bright overhead, each tied, held fast;
where heavy, ancient, oakened doors creek on ironed hasp.

The tales of Quest, and rightfully boastful songs by morning's awakening, too quickly fade and pass.

 

III

 

Our dreams should reveal the wayward path to a secret garden shown;
with scent of brilliant flowers all unknown,
to mingle with the gentle smell of grass new mown.
A quiet place to which the rancors of a pained, and half-resented day have flown.
A most delightful place, a tonic for all previous sins; a chance to redeem, and to atone.
And...thus forgived, to lie in this magic place, alone.

 

IV

 

This gardened spot should with its sheer evanescence sway.
All through the night, all pain forgot, as are the trials of a pain-filled day.
Those mossed, and twisting paths would surly find a way
To some safe pace, where even tired adults can play
To their delight, with unicorns, and other such-like mythic creatures stay;
and, all can as joyous, happy dance through a bright, and cloudless day.

 

V

 

Our dreams should be as sacred as an hymn
heard in some vast, and cloistered stained-glassed cathedral, when
choruses of angels lift up their voices, with a merciful and joyous theme within,
that would enthrall a tired, and weary soul, and then
lift it as well to such an holy place, to which a loving God would descend,
to offer soothing, healing touch, and to all would beckon…” Enter In.”

 

VI

 

Our dreams thus revealed, should in a voice...a quiet sigh
explain to all who walk but painfully, while though, in shuttered dreams can fly!!!
And rise like gilded birds, who, soaring ever high
Can hardly see the earth, below, nor indeed anything beneath a brighted sky;
that we--perhaps--could do all things, if only we but try;
could we but overcome our foes, our fears, our pains that, daily, would confront us with their dissembling lies?

 

VII

 

Our fever'd dreams should nightly take us to a place wherein all past and present ailments race;
far flung from despairing or repressed horror to that space
that knows no limit, off'ring cure to that disease which ‘has no face.'
Instead, forgive us, and the mockery of those who cannot understand our souls is banished, ‘till just a trace
of it remains. And we awake, thus chastened, with drying tears upon our face.

 

VII

 

Must we awake, instead, garlanded with pain, despair, and longing full arrayed? For we, too, were young once, and fearless, thinking ourselves invulnerable, unafraid;
ignoring future ills and sorrows as they came, to leave us reeling and dismayed?
In base reality, we now awake to find, again, our faces lined with age, with load of care displayed;
Again, the daily loneliness, and dreadful, whoresome pain, is trotted out upon the stage: a one-act scene of misery and deprivation played;
when, in some peaceful, guarded, healing dream, ALL tortures can be waived.

 

End

 

But, what are the contents of your dreams, my friends?  Are they repetitive, or seem to follow a particular theme?  Do your dreams ever frighten you, sufficiently to drive you out of bed to some place of greater, or more reassuringly, ‘safe’, part of the house?  Or…can you—through, ‘lucid’, dreaming control the content and subject matter of your dreams.  Please reply in the, ‘comment section’, below. Thank you!

 

Oh, my very, very dearest friends, I wish for you no pain, or, very much-lessened pain.

Quiet, peaceful days.  Wonderful days. Days of financial sufficiency, free from want or care.

Days of wistful recollections; of letting soft memories play-about the mind.  Days of happiness, and of being valued and loved.

I wish for you pleasant evenings, free from the shackles of pain or despairing; a gradual and natural tiredness, and of retiring to comfortably soft beds, there, as my dear, late father used to say:

“Kept safe in the arms of Morpheus”, the ancient Greek God of dreams.

And there, to seek true rest, restorative and blissful until morning’s first light.

 

Please, please know that I think of you so very often, and that I love you dearly!

 

 

‘Zahc'/Charles