Dreams
break to the dawn
of a new day.
Thin ice
gives way
and we plunge under.
The sinking feeling
of the ground
we’ve come to trust
being pulled out
from under us.
Which is the truer reality?
This wood and stone world,
or the one created
by the mechanisms
of our consciousness?
Perhaps both are a lie?
Is love in one world
worth more
than love in the other?
When we die
do we truly cease to dream?
Falling asleep
is far from death,
but it comes to us
like a thief
and steals us away.
Then,
we’re gone
to some other place.
An alien world
that seldom
resembles our own.
It’s as if
our lives
are spent
chasing moonlight
our across a frozen lake.
Day after day,
night after night,
the ice breaks
and we fall in.
Embraced
by a receiving blackness,
and when we wake,
we’ve been under
quite a while,
but here we are,
safe in our beds again,
until the moon
calls us out
onto the ice
once more.
HG – 2022
