On past the alarm clock’s rude beep dream,
and hold not the coming day cheap, dream.
Of the first bold bright rays of sunlight,
that beneath your drawn curtains creep, dream.
Throw back the folds, open the window
and lustily breathe life in deep, dream.
You are the one to see me naked,
leave my useless clothes in their heap, dream.
Remember if you can those cold nights,
when we felt both our hearts to leap, dream.
Ignore the cold eye the moon had cast,
while stealthy through the clouds did peep, dream.
Of what was sown all is not sterile,
believe there is much more to reap, dream.
Despite the weather warm rains will fall
and into softening earth seep, dream.
Throw turf on the fire and count the stars
and when you have done with the sheep, dream.
Feel warmth that is so much more than flame,
and so surrender then to sleep, dream.
If your body and your heart feel weak,
before these strange slopes so steep, dream.
A strong man’s pain is washed away,
when salty tears from our eyes weep, dream.
Fergus Carty
Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison.
~Henri Amiel
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