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The Things I Knew
by Carol Maseyk
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  I met him last night in my dreams
magic sounds and surreal dreams
gentle voices and scented winds
a call to prayer echoes in my dreams

I knew him last night in my dreams
distant memories and woven pasts
sublime wisdom and cherished ideals
the only salvation I could hope muster

hope floats in that gentle flower buoyed by the stream to eternity.
knowledge rides on the back of the wind past stone faces and hearts.
I knew these things once in my dreams

he and they were friends
they sit around a fire of my own making; I sit with them too
hope resists the advances of knowledge and yet they are eternally linked
memories and pasts argue with ideals… wisdom the arbitrator
vivid and alive, passionate and strong
they pulsate… in a way I can only hope to achieve
I long to speak to them and sometimes I almost do.
…reality holds me back like a jealous lover.

for that one sip of knowledge, that one taste of ambrosia 
what would I not do?
I live my life preaching the practical, seeking the sublime
I knew that sublime once …in my dreams.
I live in concrete glass and long for wispy feathery clouds
I lived with the clouds once…in my dreams
that's the tragic part
the things I want are in my dreams
that's the sweetness I can't taste
July 23 ,2010
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