Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The sadness, love and comfort of dreams

Last night met two dead friends in my dreams. It was so great to see them. Even in my dreams I knew I was dreaming and thought to myself "this must be a dream, but I don't care, I need to touch them, hug them" I did and it was fantastic to hold them once again. But then they morphed into my daughters and I lost them again.

I love those dreams. They're a poor consolation but at least some consolation.
I don't think I'll ever reconcile with the notion of death and loss. There will never be peace for me. Reconcile is such a ridiculous word here, as if death and I had ever conciled before.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Emi

    This post really reminded me of the work of the great poet Frank Bidart. He writes marvellously about meeting the dead, in dreams and elsewhere. I think you would really like him, if you haven't read already.

    x

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  2. thanks! haven't read him yet but will. get so many great recommendations through you readers.

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