Reinterpretation of dreams

A Poem By Christa // 3/5/2008

Where do daydreams
go when they retire?
Do they nap upon my feet
waiting until I stumble over them
disguised as a russian spy,
a princess bride,
a heroine of yesterday?

Ageless and timeless
the dreams do not wither
but as of yet remain
chubby-cheeked and cheerful.

Whereas I – jaded and thin and tired –
upon the eve of the end of a dream
find that the accomplishment
is like a magic hat
whereas I –
pulling and pulling and pulling –
get a thousand candy-colored handkerchiefs
that are not real.

Thus, getting older is:
the reinterpretation of dreams;
but, perhaps – just, maybe,
the ideals upon which
the dreams are set –
Remain.

Comments

Very Good!

Very Good! I love the idea alot!
Maddie J-3

Maddie J-3 | Wed, 03/05/2008

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wow, i like it a lot Christa!

Sarah | Wed, 03/05/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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