The Daily Poem

THE VANISHED DREAM

I don't know how to play the dream

Erased, the vanished dream, the dream denied,

The one just out of reach when I awoke.

Go back go back, I said, back up the wide

And tangled way of subterranean smoke.

The knowing Troll is there with cape and cloak;

He'll know, he'll tell, that just-forgotten dream.

So back we went, my sleeper self and I,

One pulling hard, the other full of yawns,

A clamor through the ghostly herd of myths

Of snoring satyrs, pegasi and fauns;

And down and through the soulful trollful depths

Our naked flame ona thousand downward steps

Until the dark distilled into a sigh.

Asleep again, again asleep, but now

What luck we'll need to catch the faded dream

We hold our breaths with fingers doubly crossed

To try and guide the mind's unconscious stream,

But little boats on giant seas are tossed,

And soon we gave ourselves away as truly lost.

"Through phantoms, flood and fear!" We took our vow.

No sooner had we pledged each other our trust,

When there before us on a glowing stone,

The Troll of answered visions took his stand,

Both friend and stranger, known and yet unknown.

He bowed his head and raised a weathered hand.

A smile blew across his face like sand,

His skin as tough as leather, thick with dust.

(in progress)

D. Edgar Lamp

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Papeete, Tahiti, French Polynesia

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JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (1st Night)

~ The Daily Poet

D. Edgar Lamp