When An Old Man Dreams​

Issue 11

When an old man dreams,
he never dreams his age--
for only in his dreams can
he become young again
and so he dreams freely
sailing through the world,
carelessly, wantonly even,
for he is young again and
the young fear nothing
except the immediate.
 
I dreamt last night I was
a young man and moved
through the world as
though I owned it-- I
drove my car like some
immortal fool and went
to a party where I was
the center of my own
attention—and when I
saw a beautiful woman
with her eyes on me,
yes, only me, I went
to her and wrapped her
taut body in my arms
as we kissed a long,
long kiss, lips meshed,
and with eyes closed
we ignored the tiny
world gathered about
us as the soft pleasure
spread to our souls …
 
I can’t wait to sleep
and dream… to sleep
and dream...to sleep
and dream….

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NOLO SEGUNDO, became a published poet in his 8th decade in over 210 literary journals in 17 countries. A retired teacher, he has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and thrice for the Best of the Net. His reflect the awareness he gained when he had an NDE whilst nearly drowning in a Vermont river: that he has, or rather is a consciousness predating birth and surviving death, what poets since Plato have called the soul.

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