Turn Off The Dreams, and the Magic of the Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reality and dreams. They make me think about the realness of me. And so I put a few words together from my thoughts, and ended up with this short poem. And in the end I'm not sure if makes any sense to anyone but me.


BY Al Garcia


Listen to the rustling and the crackling of the falling leaves,

as they descend on streams of wind

that flow like rivers in the air.

Listen to the chirping of the Mockingbird,

as it sits upon the blooming Orchid tree,

its sound awakening the dormant dreams

that soon will light the night.


Turn off the dreams, before the night awakes

and consumes the sights and sounds,

and texture of the fading day.\

Stop the shadows before they devour

the memories and the sensations

of the realness of me.


It is dreams that light the night

and illuminate the darkness of the human mind.

It is dreams that keep alive the images

and the pain of extinguished lives

that used to walk beneath the burning sun,

and used to dream below

the sparkling stars and silvery moon. 


If only I could shine my dreams into the darkest part of me,

where hate and fear have set aflame

the ambers of the evil thoughts

that haunt and troll the recesses of my mind.

If only I would douse the burning torch

that casts a lonely shadow of despair,

upon the memories that no longer come alive

when I wake and realize,

that the magic of night

has drenched my dreams in tears.


I hear the rustling of the falling leaves.

I feel the wind that embraces me and goes through me,

like the ghosts of fallen friends who roam the boundless realm

of dreams that live inside of me.

And I listen to the muted sound of the Mockingbird,

as it flies away into the fading light.


I want to turn off the dreams,

and the magic of the night.

I want to stop the shadows from drowning out the light

and the exhaustion of the realness of me.

Submitted: December 08, 2021

© Copyright 2022 A.Garcia. All rights reserved.

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