Dream Sonnet

Our Tenuous Link With an Alternative Reality

Dreams give way before the impressions of a new day just as the brilliance of the stars yields to the light of the sun.

-Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams

I was reading that, because I think dreams are pretty cool, I enjoy having them, talking about them and trying to analyze them.  Also, the book was just sitting on the counter by the computer one day and I have no idea how it got there, so that seemed a good reason to read it.  I came across the quote at the top and thought “what a sweet, poetic thought in such a heavy, psychological book.”  So, I wrote this poem:

When we wake up, our dreams are bright and clear

but in a moment they all fade away

there are new sights to see and sounds to hear

after all, it is another day

Like the stars that shine from such a distance

become invisible at break of dawn

the light of day rolls over all resistance

and the stars, in all their millions, are just gone

Those who had dreams of glory in their youth

get lost in life, as every day they deal

with the very inconvenient truth

life is, has been and always will be real

Dreams by day as well as dreams by night

fade quickly when they are exposed to light