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UKArchive ID: 29965What Lies in Dreams by cooky
Originally published on March 25, 2013 in Poetry

In sleep reality is a mere inconvenience.



To walk in dreams
upon this vale of illusion.
Each footstep of your being
crossing the labyrinth
of a shy but guilty soul.

Sleep can be your witness
as Galaxies collide creating life
for we all belong to infinity.
That place beyond our imagination
where the darkness hides
a beauty not meant for human eyes.

Reality is the myth
for you now walk with gods.
This world is a reflection of you
where water and mirror are one.
The shimmer of a distorted face
lies on the see saw of humanity.

The light you inherit
the darkness you manufacture.
But in death, at least
your priest will lie for you.

Life is but a feather
It glides through the winds of time.
Sometimes rising to your endeavour
more often it is a passenger
falling on a broken wing.

But no matter
your feather is immortal.
For it caresses the meanings
of such wonderful things
and you beat the odds to be you.

Morning brings a pencilled rubber
the mind will leave this page,
and somewhere in the universe
another being will dream,
of things beyond this human race.





© cooky (cooky on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 29965
Archived comments for What Lies in Dreams
Nomenklatura on 26-03-2013
What Lies in Dreams
Worth reading for the lines:

'but in death at least
your priest will lie for you.'

I tried punctuating this several ways and it did interesting things to the meaning.

'but, in death, at least
your priest will lie for you.'
(your priest will lie for you but no-one else will)

'but, in death at least,
your priest will lie for you.'

(your priest will lie when you die - but not at any other time)

'but in death, at least
your priest will lie for you.'

(for you, but not for me).

Thanks for making me think this morning.
Ewan

Author's Reply:
Always glad to help. Thank you for commenting on my work.

stormwolf on 26-03-2013
What Lies in Dreams
A different style for you Cooky. Very deep and philisophical. I often think that life is the dream and we will understand that better when we shuffle off our mortal coils so to speak 😉

Alison x

Author's Reply:
I wrote this after drinking too much whiskey. Thank you for reading my work.
regards Steven

Ionicus on 27-03-2013
What Lies in Dreams
An excellent and deep poem, cooky. Well done. Worth a 'Great Read' label in my opinion.
Interesting how punctuation can give different meanings as Nomenklatura pointed out.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading my work. and i am glad you liked it.