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Lethe

Truth hides
Away
In the day
And slides
Out in dreams
When all seems
Real.

Dreams reveal
Our fears, often in a jumble,
A veritable Tumble
Of confused
Images and thought.

The truth may momentarily be caught
For the dreamer to see,
But frequently wriggles free
As he awakes
And his desire for forgetfulness slakes
In Lethe.

—

Lether means oblivion In ancient greek and was one of the 5 rivers in Hades (the Greek underworld). When the dead drank from the waters of Lethe they would forget their former lives. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lethe.

Ethereal

Sunlight slants through branches.
The ethereal girl dances
As the poet romances
Her
Out of the summer air.

The trill
Of an evening blackbird
Is heard.
Then without a word
She is gone,
Though in his heart she lives on.

Perchance
She will dance
Once more
When Autumn winds roar,
And clothed in russet gown
We will lie down
And forever, sleep

Runaway Car

A bizarre
Dream of a runaway car,
As real
As this desk I feel.

A mad man driving,
Me striving
To get out.
No point to shout.

Me on the phone.
The driver alone
In his crazed head.

We stop, I am not dead.
A few incoherent words are said
By one
Who is in his mind far gone.
I stay.
He moves away.

—

A day breaks much like any other.
Soon I may discover
What man drove that phantom car
And who we really are.
Perhaps he is me
And I am he …