dividedsoul1: Dreamland

I remember in my dream...love felt so very real

I could see it, touch it, and know it was God's will

I'd walk by the ocean, encircled in such a mystic glow

Like the river runs into the sea, love seemed to constantly flow.

But I was awakened from my dream, like so many before me

Awakened from a pure pleasure, too face a harsh reality.

I remember in my dream, there was plenty of love to spare

Yet in my awakened state of mind, finding love is so very rare.

What is this thing called love that seems so illusive to me

And why must I fall into a dream, for love to become my reality?

Could love be my soul's inspiration in my unconscious state of mind

And when I awake in the morning that's when I really become blind!

Blind to the love that my heart truly wants to give

And blind to the love I so desperately need to live!

What a difficult task it seems to be to bring love from dreams to the real

Yet I hunger for love's illusive power as if it were my very last meal.

I still thirst to drink from loves overflowing cup

As would any man thirst for water while crossing desert sands

For I know the reality of love rest at my fingertips

Begging to be released from my unconscious dreamlands!

dividedsoul1