Unending Dreams and Daydreams

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem 

When we are dead, our dreams will still go on.

Our dreams are like immortal things, mortal

In bodies only.  Dreams know every dawn,

Escape all midnights.  Dreams desire portal

Transmigrant loopings at the least.  Our dreams

Are dead inside our buried brains but not

Across the cosmos.  Dreams, time travel beams,

Live on in faster light that God forgot

And Einstein could not theorize.  Dreams live

In lost dimensions physicists create

In thought experiments.  Our dreams forgive

Us for our deaths.  Our dreams live on past fate.

  That dream you cuddled desperately has eyes

    Like galaxies.  Its shining never dies.

~ Phillip Whidden