Dreams 1

Dreams I

How sad a good dream can be.

I saw you there once, you know.

Just to wake & realize

you were a good dream away.

I mean,

even the nightmares aren’t that cruel.

When you wake up from those

you are happy to be where you are.

No, I don’t like good dreams.

They are just a reminder 

of a place

I’ll never go again 

& a kiss I’ll never get.  

I wish I would’ve had the courage to approach you

in that crowd.

A crowd that will never be. 

A good dream is just a forever

that will never exist,

how sad. 

-Delton Bookman

I wrote this poem at a dark time in my life in which I was denying love to be as powerful as I knew it to be. That it was not something I needed. I had a dream about this beautiful girl during this period of my life. A girl I have never seen before and somehow I thought I had always known her. She was the one and I knew it, and before I woke up I would of swore she was real and the answer to all my longings. When I wake up I realized how cruel a good dream could be. I Started writing poetry during this time because I had all these words that needed home and my ashtray was full. I was smoking like a chimney and drinking scotch like I was paid a lot to do so. With writing poetry I found an escape and finally all the lost words in my mind had a home.