The Dream of What Once Was

Write a dream poem, and/or...Write a reality poem. Sometimes I can't help but be re-astonishedby the estranged proximityof outgrown dreams, where Bygone streamswith spent reality! \...where rooms once full of mess/life have grantedthe bitter sweetness of tidy silence... The messy rooms that made me loseMy patience, taunt me nowThe days when I tripped over shoesHave disappeared somehowThe constant noise of girls and boysAdrift on childhood’s dreamsHave granted me the hard-fought joysOf not-all-as-it-seems Who knew silence could thunderIn the aftermath of Then Where I dare not miss what yet isWhile coveting the ‘When’But embrace the RealityOf Here and Now becauseWhat waits to be will soon becomeThe dream of what once was © Janet Martin