The Dream

Yes, I'm quite girly sometimes... i love romantic poems... a good one is nothing less than beautiful that touches your soul... Today, i came across with this one:

The Dream

I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.

I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.

I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether

dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can't dream myself awake a third time.


David Solway



So what is it about the poem that grabs me, I don't know. Could it be that it's called The Dream, that automatically linked me to my most most favorite of all time - The Sandman, who rules the Dream world? In contrary to this more elaborate poem, Neil Gaiman once stated pretty much the same thing, but in a much direct and simple way in his Sandman series, "Dreams are merely shadowed truth." 


Whether it's Solway's poem, or Neil Gaiman's statement, both are simply beautiful combinations of words put together to tell the story of our most subconscious minds - our dreams.