Where Dreams Reside

I read a neat poem by another member called "Esoteric Dreams" it inspired me to write this.

In the crispness of pre-dawn
Where all the beginnings and light play
I wander as the mist does in and out
Peaking into box cars trying to find

Maybe... something left behind?

The silken slither of the smoke
The stacks unload their last breath
Upon the skies are written the messages
Of long farewells.

I sigh taking in a piece of departure
I wait until the motion starts
Where are we going the empty space and I?
Where have we been?

Poking in all the corners I travel with visions
Not the nice ambitions and fantasies
But the illusive night terrors and secret messages
One only finds in sleep

They lope like sullen creatures also wanting
Waiting to arrive just as I in unseen places
On the horizon are the everythings of tomorrow
Behind became to fogged out to see

Where can yesterday be?

These trains they haunt my night-time mind
It's the only place He lives and shadows creep
We'll never speak of this again but I still know your name
Even when the wheels and tracks wash away my mind.

Is this poetry?

Or is it my life oozing bit by bit out of that hole?
Like magical elixir it pools glowing irridescent at my feet
What is this life stuff that floods our brains?
Since when did wanderlusting mist have feet at all?

I cuddle for warmth still amoung the spirits
They were once friends but we are happier as strangers
There is comfort in an unknown hand that reaches out
The bond holds for the same destination on this ride

The place where dreams reside.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

A well presented piece of writing which I can relate to even more now age has reduced my ability to adventure phsyciaclly But nothing can curb my dreams