Whispered Wanderings

After Edgar Allan Poe “Dream-Land”

Shrouded forms that start and sigh
pass through my dream-filled memories.
Ethereal beings that know not why
they’ve haunted here for centuries.

And I, upon such innocent rest
fall deeply into dreams of yore;
where I must face some ghostly test
on subjects that my heart abhors.

Then waking to the rising sun
my dreaming mind doth quiet not;
It knows the mystery isn’t done:
within its web, my heart is caught.

And walking out into the day,
I’m trapped between these disparate spheres.
Awake, but in that dreaming stay:
discovering my own frontiers.

klm
7/14/24