Dreams 1
Dreams I
How sad a good dream can be.
I saw you there once, you know.
Just to wake & realize
you were a good dream away.
I mean,
even the nightmares aren’t that cruel.
When you wake up from those
you are happy to be where you are.
No, I don’t like good dreams.
They are just a reminder
of a place
I’ll never go again
& a kiss I’ll never get.
I wish I would’ve had the courage to approach you
in that crowd.
A crowd that will never be.
A good dream is just a forever
that will never exist,
how sad.
-Delton Bookman
I wrote this poem at a dark time in my life in which I was denying love to be as powerful as I knew it to be. That it was not something I needed. I had a dream about this beautiful girl during this period of my life. A girl I have never seen before and somehow I thought I had always known her. She was the one and I knew it, and before I woke up I would of swore she was real and the answer to all my longings. When I wake up I realized how cruel a good dream could be. I Started writing poetry during this time because I had all these words that needed home and my ashtray was full. I was smoking like a chimney and drinking scotch like I was paid a lot to do so. With writing poetry I found an escape and finally all the lost words in my mind had a home.