What if a dream is a memory?
Something fleeting, elusive and shy,
A moment in time, lost deep in the mind,
A sad and lonely disjointed goodbye.
What if the memory was but a dream,
An unfulfilled wish, a secret so strong,
Captured, then released on the wind
Realising in this life it didn’t belong.
Catching a dream, recalling a thought,
Retaining the memory, try to hold it close
To feel it slip away, untouchable, untouched,
To have, or have not, which hurts the most.
What if the dream is a reality,
Events and loved ones that pass year after year,
The memory recalled and time vanishes,
Voices and conversations you alone can hear.
Dream Catcher, Guardian of Wishes,
Casting rainbows of glitter that dance in the sun,
Cherish the sweet pastures of innocent times
And the musings of someone once young.
Memories, or dreams, a mix perhaps of both,
Caught in a spiral of intricate webbing and design,
Reflecting dreamlike memories of a lifetime ago,
The lifetime I believe was once mine.
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