Awake with the Dreamer

Now this is another poem in a similiar vein to Untitled. Have you ever tried exploring as you write? That's what I tried to do with Awake with the Dreamer, just let it all flow out. To me that is something that Walt Whitman did so well and by no means is this in the same ball park, but that man wrote some amazing poems that go on and on. Each section hardly connected to the last, apart from the fact that he is slowly leading us into this half dreamed world of America. I highly recommend it.

This poem's world is a little more restricted to dreams. Its a whole lot of self exploration really. In any case, similar to Untitled, it's another attempt to write a poem that is aware of itself. Hope you enjoy it, it is long, but I thing far easier to read than untitled.


I like the idea of the dream of a unified field

I dreamed of a deep blue sea

There was someone floating on its length

Someone I recognised and I felt this

Drop of the heart not a fall

But the force of an anchor seemingly

Wrenching my whole body downwards

I would have cried but it was a dream

And with that thought came relief

But the reason of my heart was the distance

And the tides and in this horrible

Conundrum did I realise the figure and I

In this landscape were merely destined to drift farther

And farther from one another drifting forever on the

Tide and so I woke

I despair of dreams but I have a great joy

In waking and recalling it all as a distant memory

Or perhaps someone else’s

Is it a flash of imagination or an energy floating within

The primordial sphere of night where

Our thoughts circle and combine with others

In a soup floating over our heads

Let us dream of this

For soup is a fitting word for thoughts

Gluggy at times and rich with flavour as it

Hits the lips sometimes spicey and hard to bear

Others very transparent

Yes I have dreamed so many transparencies walking

Through the dream lands

Chaos is a word that calls to mind the imagination

Amongst trees roots branches there is a certain chaos

All these limbs threatening one another all struggling

To survive the chaos of a dream is different

It is entirely unplanned

So that there is a chaos of nature

And a chaos of some other loftier design

I Believe many indulge in reading

In such comfort although for others bed’s are fraught

With peril as for me I understand this best

For I shall always dream

I have thought to share a parting gift

Do not possess dreams in the night

For you shall never conceive the frightful apparitions that

Tie themselves together and they do not lie in a soup

Unhidden and unbidden

This is perhaps the wildest philosophy

Oh no the truth is far more horrific

They are ourselves our deepest reflection

The dreaming will continue and this strange passage

Into the mystery of ourselves will indulge its

Own pursuit ironically free of our will

The sweet truth may blind you to a point

But what strange ghosts haunt you

What stirs your head at night

What is it waiting buried deep

That one day shall at last reveal itself

And as the layers are pealed away and as you come to the heart

Of the poisoned fruit what shall you find

So purely frightening

So arresting to your senses you shall imagine

That you are once again in a dream.