The truth of dreams
Don't tell me dreams are worthless substance.
Dreams is all we are,
reality is all a dream of unreality,
our souls are more concrete and definite
than any actual appearance
luring us into illusions of reality,
while the truth is always:
nothing is what it appears to be.
So all we have, in fact,
is sticking to our dreams,
the pious faithfulness to our ideals,
the secret and unconscious testimonies of our souls,
the freedom of our spirit when it soars
and everything that cannot be explained.
The truth is there
beyond our grasp but definite,
and we shall never understand it.
All we can do is to try to
and to follow it
on wings of dreams
that always will continue carrying us away.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 10:35
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