In Dreams!

Juan asked:
'what good are dreams? '
but what if it's all a dream,
in a world that exists only
in the crevices of infinity's mind?
what if every touch,
every moment of passion,
every scent of love's passing...
nothing more than tiny particles of dust,
of universes not formed?
ah, but every moment staring,
lost in the eyes of the beloved...
even God could not imagine that...
in dreams!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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