Dreams can be unpredictable,
Messy, chaotic, fun, adventurous,
But when a person entereth thee realm,
You are yet amused and displeased.

What fires may ignite ahead?
Mysterious, brooding, off vibe,
I was approached by this man,
But as I looked up it was blurry.

So tis true, he is rendering in my realm,
Dreams landscape crafted to your tunes,
Perfected to your preference or your past life,
But when someone new enters, new places, new stories.

I was intrigued by this unknown creature,
Can it be a version of me or someone I meet in the future?
Dreams have a way to contact your subconscious,
And resurface those lost thoughts.

But something was odd, it didn't fit right,
Who was he, why was he here?
Was he searching for me? Near school, cloaked in a hoodie,
Outside classy, dressed in a black turtle neck and tailored pants.

You can haunt me with your presence,
But why come with that dark romance vibe,
I stray away from such abuse and torture,
If you want to stay, then don't be a part of that.

Couldn't see his face but I could feel his smile,
He called to me, did I fall into his shenanigans,
So be it, a new adventure for me in the dreamland,
Reveal yourself mystery man, I'm ready for new beginnings.

I feel animus, not hatred- but something untamed,
What warmth awaits beyond?
A character such comes with a backstory,
If I am bound to meet thee, know this- I'll be the one watching first.

We are fragile figures. Our pillows at the outskirts of paradise. Befriended by dreams, the mind begins to process the day in Kodachrome. Once it starts, there's no turning off the pictures. She lies beside me. She's reached paradoxical sleep. I'm still on the outside looking in.

Take me there. Beyond the eyelids, where the mind wanders each night. To where the seeds of disturbance must be resolved within us. Some are strengthened. Others desolve as mist. This is how we survive. Chemical fires burn, become tides of memory. Pass the torch of preservation. Keeping them warm and remembered.

A miraculous routine. Live together. Dream alone. Desolate. Magnificent. My eyes are at the moment the apparitions are shut away. My mind in this place, a stretched fabric. Yet, it's far from alone. In the cataloging of miles and years, I sense an odd fellowship cresting without limit. I thought I saw her smile in agreement from her side of sleep.

It’s like the morning blooms marigolds
And I’m in awe of cotton candy—
Spun between the sea of endless blue,
Looking further down the distance,
To find a path way back to you.

I’d travel through dense verdant forests
Caught in a wispy susurrus of wind tickling eaves of leaves
The cold crash against sweaty brow
If only one step further brings me closer.

I’d suffer the pungent smell of smog,
Taste the tar and burnt rubber through my nostrils
Plaguing my lungs in black plaque,
Uncomfortably squished in asymmetric lines
With others who robotically press on
Dwarfed as an ant as towers conspire up on high
If only the roads led me to the destination.

I would cross an ocean of stars,
Each one pearlescent as they glow
Their divine materials gifting me life eternal
And I’d trade it for a simple miracle
That they send me to any planet you have a revenant
So each you knew me as I wished to know you,
Bigger than life, enigmatic
Lovely, like a goddess.
If only to wake bedside, you clutched in my arms.

A dream that never ends,
But bleeds through my reality,
Grounded in this hungering need,
And I’m feeling famished

Your thoughts & dreams, guide you through, this life’s stay,
They can change with decisions and opportunities, in many ways,
   Some can bring you comfort, as if a companion, on a lonely day, Visions, take time, something you do now must fade.
You can create many excuses, convince your self to hold and stay,
Or you can take the dream,  decide, what in your life, to set aside.
Do you need the change or you more afraid of a tear, in your eye,
Answer is inside of you, the  way to know, a positive attitude, try,
Some dreams, you have in this life, you wish they would come true,
A question  how to create them, where to start, what is there to do,
Will it be the right path,  a positive direction, only you can choose.




The original: Tom Maxwell  © 5/22/2025 AD

WE OFTEN HIDE BEHIND THE NAME OF FEAR!
WELL, WE ARE ALL GROWN UP NOW.
WORRIED ABOUT FALLING BUT HAVE WINGS,
A WAY TO FLY, BUT NOBODY IS HERE NOW!
BURIED LITTLE ONE ARISES, SPREADING BEAUTY AND LOVE.
EXCEPTIONALLY WARM MUSIC MADE DELICATE FEATHERS UNCONSCIOUS.
HEAVEN SEEMS REAL, LIFE BECOMES ALIVE.
SUDDENLY TUK-TUK-TUK ---
THE DITCH REAPPEARS AND FEATHERS BECOME HEAVY.

By: Shivam Sehgal

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We board with desire.

We return with clarity.

And somewhere between the stations,

we learn

What was attainable.

And what was worth carrying.

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