Dream of: 30 November 2013 "When Time Has Washed Away The Tears"
I'm on a bus in Portsmouth, which seems like a much larger city than normal. I'm traveling north on Scioto Trail, then turn east on Coles Boulevard. Since I've never taken this bus before, I'm unsure that it will take me where I want to go. I talk to another passenger about the route, and I think I might have to get off and walk part of the way to where I'm going.
I have a notebook with me, and suddenly I think that I want to write a poem. I know that writing a poem can be complicated, but I seem to feel a poem naturally building up in me. Whatever the rules of writing poetry might be, I seem to feel as if I intuitively know what I'm doing. I write the first lines of the poem, "When time has washed away the tears."
I'm conceptualizing what I want to say. I'm not thinking of the tears of a single person, but of humanity in general. I'm also thinking of a long time period, such as a thousand years. I'm thinking that at a certain point, everyone who is now alive will be dead, and that after a long time period, such as a thousand years, all the tears of people who are now living will have long since disappeared. In the first line of the poem, I'm basically trying to express the theme that all sorrow eventually disappears.