~The Great Vice of Dreaming~ a poem by L.C. Bellami

                                                        ~The Great Vice of Dreaming~

I wake from a dream as twilight lingers

longing for the grateful dawn

and memories of a life spent fill my thoughts

Leaving me breathless in wonder

Where did it all go, that misspent youth…

In search of things I never found and adventures I never had

Is it too late? Did I miss it….all chances gone?

I wonder with hope if I shall ever find my way

and as the dawn breaks into day I almost believe that I will

Hope is a good thing, and also terrible at times…

Will I grow old without knowing? Have I grown old without seeing?

I look at my hands and do not recognize them… and find that despite

My protests I have grown into a man when I never wanted to age…

Peter pan left me behind and here I lay unquenched.

Tonight I will sleep and dream again; and then again I shall find

what waking withholds; hides from me…..my way, laid out before me like

an un-trodden path.

Dreams are a good vice…perhaps the best of all vices…

and I wake from dreams once more to a twilight that lingers…

Longing for another grateful dawn; made more so because I am thankful

I can still dream when awake, when so many have forgotten how!

By L.C. Bellami

Written on November 29^th, in the festival season of Samhein, in the month The Elder Moon, In the year of our Lord 2012