house

i dreamed i had a big house, safe and secure and strong, with rooms
enough for all of my loved ones. and they were all there, all at
peace, all well and smiling and in love with life. i dreamed i had a
house that was my inner most mind's idea of perfection, with every
convenience i would find useful. not just every convenience, mind you,
just the ones i would enjoy. and the days among my people were easy
and full of light.

when i woke, i had a moment of clarity, the briefest flash of an
epiphany. i thought maybe i understood a little bit more about dreams
than i had before. even when a dream is exactly everything you could
imagine, perfect down to the last nuance, it's never enough to just
dream it. suddenly, you want a piece of that in real life, even a
broken fragment of that dream, you want a touch of that magic that
startles you just because it is.

i dreamed i had a big house, safe and secure and strong, and all my
loved ones were near me, but when i woke, i found only the somber
disappointment that the dream was over. i never had that dream again.
i guess i didn't need it again. once to dream that i had all i wanted
to have was enough.

i don't need the imaginary perfect tense constantly playing in its
ornate dialog to accommodate the poetry i desire. i'm satisfied with
the reality imperfect tense that speaks gruffly the worlds i need to
listen to in tones that are harsh to my senses. there is little poetry
to my story, but i listen intently, and sometimes the voice of the
world speaks a familiar phrase to me, an expression flowing down from
the dream into the gravity of the world made hard like all that is
truth. those are rare times, like waking up when you're already awake.

ghost

p.s. for some reason posterous isn't showing your comments. be
assured i receive email updates of them. im not entirely sold on
posterous. i might be looking to change venues again.