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Veil Of Dreams

Poem By Max Reif

In dreams I keep trying to find my way
back to the house of my childhood
and sometimes I end up getting lost.

I keep seeking out
my best childhood friend
with whom things ended
uncomfortably, long ago.

Thugs and killers haunt my dreams,
dwarves and people with running sores,
and angry parents.

There are strange weddings with no bride,
or a bride carrying shrunken heads,

and there are children
and old girl friends,
many women or girls I don't know,
and polished stones with God's Face on them.

When I read through these dreams
I still find them speaking
a language I don't understand.

Night's flying carpet takes me
to lost or forlorn worlds
and a few bright ones,

but I find myself
sitting here in the garish light
as if I've never been anywhere at all.

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Comments (5)

I loved this Max! I feel the same way too. As if the dreams are trying to tell us something but we are not able to understand what is that.. Strange feeling.. HBH
Marvellous! Dreams are so real that when you waken you feel empty and disoriented. You have conveyed both states so well, Max. Linda
Max...love the line, 'There are strange weddings with no bride.' Like a human being without a heart that keeps moving. A rather spooky poem.
The love the dark intense imagery of being lost.
Wow! And I thought I had strange dreams! I love the stress this conveys Max. What a night you must have. Great job. Sincerely, Mary