Of Dreams

Last night I woke from dreaming,
A dream it was so seeming-
ly disturbing and desperately in need of prayer
And when to my love I said good morning,
She told me of her dreaming,
A seeming-
ly disturbing dream, desperately in need of prayer,
Of which I was part.
From this question I can’t depart.
Was I the reason?
This dream was so seeming-
ly disturbing and desperately in need of prayer?
Oh what unrest it has left me!
It mocks me, this answer I cannot see!
But now it matters not.
This prayer, that so desperately needed to be prayed,
Freed me from this question,
And to rest my worries laid.
And of this dreaming of a dream so seeming-
ly disturbing and desperately in need of prayer,
It was some attempt to upset us, clearly.
It would have succeeded, had we not prayed so dearly.
And to these dreams we shall cease,
To within our minds give them lease.
No longer will we be found dreaming,
Such awful things that are so seeming-
ly disturbing and desperately in need of prayer.

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2 responses to “Of Dreams

  1. Really like this poem Alex. Did you recently have the dream, or is this one of your earlier poems?

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