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,