On Waking After a Night of Bad Dreams

On Waking After a Night of Bad Dreams

In the sky of dreams we are the clouds
until the density of images coalesces to spirit

And we fall
resolve back to solid waking drop by drop in the dark.

So, no twister ripped reality and separated us.
I did not run through rubble yelling your name.

Worse, I dreamed of the waking in anxiety and
That I lay listening to the rain speaking on the sill’s other side

This meaning without moving to remember it though knowing
What I wouldn’t get back if I didn’t write this poem.

Then when the last drop of waking fell before consciousness
Wiped it away I reached for the scattered thoughts as if for you

4 thoughts on “On Waking After a Night of Bad Dreams

  1. fergusandthedruid

    Sad and excellent. I enjoy melancholy poems like this. It’s so weird how we can admire things so sad, if it wasn’t something common to man, I would think there was something wrong with me because of it. It seems like it should be antithetical to enjoyment. As a Christian who has studied scripture more than the typical lay confessor though, I know of a verse or two that precludes my agreement with the false “health and wealth gospel” preached by phony spokesman to the masses, that positive thinking and positive believing is the way to a prosperous life.

    Solomon said in Ecclesiastes, “Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of face the heart is made glad.” And Paul said in Romans, “Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.”

    I have bitter memories of some of my dreams too. I often wish for sleep to escape the sad realities of my days, but sometimes my dreams are even worse then the world of wakefulness. I remember one dream I had awhile back, that I had a sense of the passage of 20 years or so in, where I lost someone I loved, and searched the world for her, only to eventually find out she had been raped and murdered after wandering the streets in a braindamaged haze. She got the brain damage in the dream, from my tripping while carring her in my arms, trying to be romantic. Sometimes it’s hard to want to be a Christian, when stuff like that happens to me.

    Anyways, again, I love your poem, and thanks again for the well-wishing comment you posted on my blog!

    Reply
    1. Jeff Schwaner Post author

      While Paul is not normally my choice source for wisdom, I like the quotation you mention. And as you might imagine, Ecclesiastes is my favorite book in the Bible. Thanks for taking the time to comment.

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