A Dream Where Dreams Don'T Exist Poem by Marco Jimenez

I feel the wind rush across my face
And it takes me away
To a once invisible place

A place the world has never seen,
With running mountains
And tall rivers,
Jumping birds
And kind killers,

A place where dreams rarely come true,
And the stars are always falling upon you,
Colors for millions of miles,
Silver trees and plains of golden tiles,

Leaves of birds,
Roses of water,
Feelings of words,
Colder of hotter,

Energy of wind,
Treasure of sky,
Life of earth,
In peace to die,

But no dreams,
No friends,
No family,
Is how this life ends,

And I once again feel the wind rush across my face
In hope of returning to a once familiar place,
But I am not taken back to the home that I now dearly miss,
I have been given a lot here but I have not been given this,

I hated my life before
But now it’s even worse,
This field of gold is my cemetery
And the water of air is my hearse,

Even in a place of dreams
Where dreams don’t exist,
Happiness isn’t what it seems,
Anything is better than this,

I didn’t know what I had
Until it was taken away,
I forgot who I was for a second
And now I’m in a different place than I was earlier today,

But now I know
That family and friends can’t be replaced,
By golden grass
And silver lakes,

Or by trees of silver,
Or tiles of gold,
Or water of air,
Or fear of old,

Not influence of mind,
Nor age of time,
Not the strongest powers,
Nor history’s greatest hours