The Soft Light of Dreams

There is a light rain on the canals of Venice,
far from a perfect day, but still, there is a mystic light
and each boat moored to each floating house
is part of your dream, to live in a scene
as full of romance as you are.

It does not happen of course,
of it it does, it is only for moments,
or like this morning, in a dream that wakes you,
tearing you from embraces and soft summer light
for the dull roar of an air conditioner in the window.

You are feeling poor this morning.
It is not the truth and has not been for many years.
My brain knows this.
My emotions, still lingering in the soft light of dreams,
has not caught up.

That is the nature of my life.
Living in a place between heart and head
and never quite sure
who to listen to.

About this poem

I dream vividly, and at times when I wake, it takes a while for me to adjust to “real” life.

Mostly my dreams are wonderful, and real life feels dull and lifeless next to them. Nothing could be further from the truth of course. I have a good and rich life. But at times there is no accounting for feelings.

The picture was taken during a rainly day in Venice.

Tom