Reflect Hopes And Dreams [REVISED]

As usual, lost contact with reality, living in a trance of
stories for youngsters and dreams of mighty deeds to
come; woke up to aches and pains, and a new face in
the glaring light of stark reality

Discovered the flow of time, a new concept entering my
dreams,changing the Deepak Chopra teaching ageing
is only something in the mind, we need not bow to it –
well, he was wrong

The body aged despite every mantra claiming it must
follow an eternally young mind inside and stay young
also – forget it, reality still is a complete and unbroken
line of unidirectional decay and change

For a long time I was blinded by reality as tactile fact
unable to feel the thought behind it all & wondering
whether I could ever write a poem about beauty and
love again - but after considering

Reality’s bare outline I saw room enough for a spool
with which to weave dreams even when we are old
and caught bodies immobile - the visions are still
there, we are free to rewrite memories

To reflect all our hopes and dreams in which the
mind continues to infinity…

[Dedicated to Mbulelo Jokweni - I did not realise
I was growing old and Dr Jokweni is a firm believer
in my boundless energy, so I dedicate the poem
to him.]