Dreams Are Fragile

Just finished reading The Stranger by Harlen Coben. Exceptional book, as always. The protagonist mentions the American Dream a lot in the story because the appearance of the stranger who spills people’s greatest secrets is a malicious threat to the other characters’ lives– their living the American Dream. So, toward the end of the book Adam says, “Dreams are fragile.” I wrote the line down, knowing I’d use it to compose today’s poem.

So, here’s the poem for Day 19 of National Poetry Month:

He told me dreams are fragile,

that they don���t last. How do I

tell him that I dream of him

every day? That my every dream

is about him? How do I tell him

that I dream of loving him forever

and that I dream of holding him

in my arms until I can no longer

hold him so he has to hold me?

He told me that dreams are

transitory things that fall apart

upon the slightest whim. He said

don���t build your life upon

the foundation of a dream

because all dreams eventually

turn into nightmares. What seems

like the stuff that dreams are

made of today surprisingly

becomes the stuff that keeps

you from being able to sleep tomorrow.

Then he asked me to love him

forever and I cried because

I���d spent my life dreaming of

loving him & finally I knew

this was just another dream

that could never come true.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind