Why the Horizon Hurts

April brings rain and clouds and lightning from the horizon and make's everything that bit more real and brings us nearer.

When you turned away I felt 
The seam of my mind unravel. 
Changing me through the parting
Of my heart like the clouds in the sky.

Is it good or bad to dream?
Every night I dream I seem to
Disappear a little more each day.

Spirals of what lives us and kills us
Rearranging new memories in old places
And meeting old faces in new days feel's just 
Like the same old diaries written in a different time.

Another bored hour wears out the colours of the day.
Where does all the time go? Daydreams are torn out
Pages in the wind, that which embraces life and kill's dreams.

How does it feel to be awake? Yesterday paints flowers
And when we sleep alone we pull flowers out of our eyes.
Who love's reality? The sun steals our youth. Does anyone feel real?
Dear friend equality is only found in the journal of an outsider's dreams.

Life corrodes dreams. I've said it all before but this time I mean it,
Love is just one of life's many masks. This time it means more.
What happen's to people's heaven, too make other people's life hell?

Scarred maps wait to kiss away the clouds from the horizon's hurt.
I dreamt that I killed myself twice. But I'm not as strong as the seasons,
Sleep wants to take me away from myself. The rain as seen it all before,
Nightmares can be risen through. But the world takes us back without any reason.

No two dreams are alike, this one is different because it's ours
Time slices us in half. Pulling us this way and that way,
Deep in my heart I don't know where else I can turn.

Why do the things we crave make us weaker
And why do the things that we hate to lose make us stronger?
Virtually dead I wouldn't mind losing my dreams
As long has I had something to show for my life.

It seem's like I've not only wasted my dreams.
I met myself in a dream and lost myself by sleeping 
My life away. Moving on from here tragically

We disappear bit by bit every time we dream.

Author's Note

April is The Smiths songs, TS Eliot poems,
and Francis Coppola characters. Running through
the rain for that first hug or for a send off and
for writing one another poems or sharing music.
Image: Andrew Wyeth.

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

Wow! This poem has made me think about life. This is very well written, seems dreamy yet has many lines to make one think. I like the idea that dreaming can change us...you say in your poem that "We disappear bit by bit every time we dream" and I have the opposite opinion and that is we find a piece of our true self when we dream. I really like you poem.

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Wow thanks for the logical and really thoughtful and understanding feedback.

[deeps]

Why do the things we crave make us weaker
And why do the things that we hate to lose make us stronger?

Why do we crave becasue it's lustful something we know we can't have
that is why it makes us weaker. We want it but yet we know it's bad for us.
Yet we still want it. It's our weakness that makes us stronger, but yet
makes us weak in the heart.

Thingss we hate to lose make us stronger, because really it doesn't
really serve a purpose it's just there as a want to full fill a need.
Sure it may make us think we are stronger but really it is just
making us weak. It's a full fillment that makes us strong.

I like this write.