April 30, 2022
I dreamt of you again last night, the details escape me so at least I think I did.
A moment ago it was clear as day, now the echo of you lingers in my head.
What remains is the clarity of the emotion, unfettered by worry or by strife.
To love and be loved so unconditionally, something unrealistic in real life.
But I need to ask what is real? Is today just a dream for a different me?
Perhaps the other me is sleeping even now, wondering what it is he sees.
Time seems to have no rules, a fifteen minute nap can be a lifetime of memories,
What if my life of remembrance today was invented in a moment of reverie?
There is no “you” in this reality, you’d be a figment of my imagination.
Perhaps I don’t exist at all, and that this is just someone else’s inspiration.
How can life be more real than now, that I question our very existence?
This remembered emotion is so real to me, not just a vision of my cognition.
It is maddening to be so confused, waking uncertain in a fugue state.
Perhaps it is the craziness of the world that drives our minds to escape.
And so, what if I prefer to run away? So what if the joy is purer there?
I wonder if our dreams each night are just an escape from worldly care.
I fell in love with you again last night, the feeling so certain and crystal clear.
The details are echoes dancing in my head, yet certainly no less real.
You see, I met you once before, I remember the times we have spent,
And I hope we meet once more tonight, sometime when I fall asleep again.