Dreams That Speak Into, But Wake (villanelle poetry)

(This poem is in “villanelle” style – I wrote it when someone bet me that I couldn’t do one… I won.  Enjoy. )

Dreams that speak into, but wake
With their somewhat arms surround
And hold me tightly, though I quake

They are of frightenings, which now ache
In this night time I have found
Dreams that speak into, but wake

Holding close the dew in flake
I wish it now to touch the ground
And hold me tightly, though I quake

Dream on, dream on, to end’s forsake
I’ll run wildly ‘til I’ve found
Dreams that speak into, but wake

At last, I reach the born daybreak
And grasp at last, through hollow sound
And hold me tightly, though I quake

I stop to rest; I pause and take
A final breath, which tightly wound
Dreams that speak into, but wake
And hold me tightly, though I quake.

(Great explanation of “villanelle” here: http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/villanelle.html

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