Glimpse of Peace
On the dream that ends just as you understood it — and the strange residue it leaves.
There are dreams that arrive feeling like messages, then dissolve before you can read them. This poem is for one of those.
I had a vision of redemption
But it was only just a dream
Things I yearned to say unsaid
What ever could it mean?
Subconscious expression
Lifted spirits undeserved
At least to mortal thoughts
Sometimes our minds preserve
What our egos won’t allow
Yet somehow — a strange relief
To wake up from a dream
And carry a glimpse of peace
If only for a moment
Before the dream slips away
Reality and consciousness
Seldom mirror inner gaze
The dream was wiser than the waking version of me. That happens. The poem is the small attempt to bring some of the wisdom across the threshold before the dream fully evaporated.
— JTC