Visualize a young Sailor, 20 years old ... at sea on a US NAVY Destroyer ... during the Korean war ... looking at the ocean moving ... waiting for the ships guns to begin thundering again ... looking inside his head ... listening to the whispering of his Brain ... dreaming of a love that he wished were true ... of a love he was soon to meet ...
... dreaming is what I used to do when I was young ...
... dreaming/inventing is what I did in the middle years...
... dreaming/thinking is what I do as life ends for me ...
...... DREAM ...... DREAM ...... DREAM ...... DREAM ......
ALL IN ALL, I GUESS YOU COULD CALL ME A 'DREAMER' ... SURE WORKS WELL FOR WRITING POETRY AND INVENTING ... BUT IT WAS AND IS A LONELY JOURNEY ...
HERE'S WHAT MY DREAMS LOOKED LIKE AT 20 YEARS OF AGE ...
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FRUSTRATION
Strange I feel – poetic too,
All my thoughts belong to you.
Odd tonight, this lonely feeling,
Silently upon me stealing.
Weird, unreal, my mind is whirling,
Here I sit, my pencil twirling,
Words on paper poorly telling,
That which in my heart is welling.
Man shall never learn to write,
Emotions such as these tonight.
Words have beauty, yet are cold;
What I feel can not be told.
But deep within me you are there,
And ‘tho I rave or pull my hair,
Attempting what no man can do,
Unexpressed my thoughts are tool
Unexpressed, for you won’t know,
The Love I feel and try to show.
How could you – for words can’t say,
Words at best, a sorry way!
Helplessly I write the line,
Defiant of all passing time.
Only words, old words ‘tis true,
I love you Dear, - I do, I do!
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Rhey W. Hedges, November, 1952
