Dreams will say nothing

Dreams will say nothing


Dreams will say nothing and I tell you so.
Dreams are far stars and nothing more.
If they could tell a meaning, you would know.

If we should cry when love rips out a core,
If we might stumble, when it falls apart,
dreams would tell nothing, even if you tore

them apart, searching them for a voice,
winding them back or putting them on hold.
Dreams would not answer, would not make a noise.

There must be reasons why we stay alone.
Time always swallows dreams, completely, whole,
and then they're silenced with all memories gone.

Suppose that dreams could fly and then survive
in different fields and under different skies.
Would dreams mean something, would they change a life?

Once wind-blown dreams arrived out of nowhere,
carried us for a while, then let us go.
They told us nothing. We are here, they're there.

Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2012-06-21 at 13:03

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Peter J. Kautsky
It's a beautiful and evocative poem but why the contradiction of dreams? Perhaps you can explain this to me. I recall vivid dreams and they speak volumes to me. Here are some dreams I recall. I found myself driving a semi truck backwards on the freeway. In another dream a jet aircraft stopped in midair in front of me and the pilot handed me a baby. I think these dreams were telling me something.

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Rob Graber
Convincing and bleak, but attractively so; I admire especially lines 13 and 14.