Our Dream

For so many years this has always been our big dream,

But day by day and little by little it has slowly ran away,

You can only take so much until all sorts of things start to change

But every now and then I think how much fun it would still be,

For only reasons you and I could come up with.

 

How would we be walking into the Vatican City?

How would we visiting the streets Sicily?

How would we be taking a tour of the Coliseum?

Or perhaps going to Verona where Romeo and Juliet came from?

What about a cruise in Venice with that smell?

 

Perhaps Pompeii would be different?

With so much history and so many innocent lives lost,

So much destruction and so much devastation,

To see the human remains and what was left of the buildings,

I am sure we could both learn something so invaluable.

 

We would also have to try out the pizza and the shopping,

Those are two important elements we can’t forget,

I hope one day while we are fast asleep in dreamland,

We will get to dream the same dream at the same time,

And be able to say the next morning just how good it was.

This has been linked to dversePoets: Visual-eyes-ing. Also, have a look over at Missing Moments where this picture of Pompeii came from

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13 thoughts on “Our Dream

  1. brian miller

    love it…i share similar dreams…to travel the world…to see the history…of course the pizza, smiles…shopping i guess if i have to…smiles….love the sentimental side as well of dreaming the same dream and then getting to experience it together….that is def a special thing…nice…

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  2. Stuart McPherson

    totally get this. Thee are conversations I’ve had over and over again. Dreams I’ve had over and over again. The problem has always been stupid (albeit important in term of survival) such as money, work- but as in your poem- it has eroded away (at times) the excitement of those dreams. HOWEVER- god things come to those who wait and it will happen one day. Your poem made me feel positive about that

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  3. seingraham

    I enjoyed this in a sort of deja vu way. Probably five years ago I could’ve written it and would even have believed for me, it would remain a dream only. Then – out of the blue – my love and I came into a bit of money … for our 40th anniversary, we spent a month in Europe (1 week in Paris, 1 week in Provence, 2 weeks in Tuscany) – all very inexpensively, believe me – but it was the dream of a lifetime.

    As if this weren’t enough, last summer, the chance to be the

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  4. seingraham

    sorry – I clicked reply too soon and I wanted to tell you the rest of the story so you’d know how unexpectedly dreams can come true …

    Last summer – the chance to be the survey-engineer on an archaeological dig literally fell into my husband’s lap … he taught at a post-secondary institution and had the summers off and the dig director needed a surveyor for six weeks so … no problem. Where? Southern Italy. All expenses paid for both of us… and, for as long as the Italian government approves the dig – it will be an ongoing gig – we’re off there again this summer (a great jumping off point for other trips as you might imagine)

    I love your poem but the wistful feel of it made me sad a bit and reminded me so much, as I say, of some poems I’ve written myself. When we finally did get to Europe, we walked around pinching ourselves … so – just so you know – it can and does happen.

    And this is way too long for a comment… sorry guys.

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    1. Bianca Post author

      Wow!! This is awesome and put a real big smile on my face. You and your family are very lucky to be able to do that! My story is about my grandfather and I, hes family comes from Italy but he is scared of flying and from Australia it is a huge flight. We have wanted to do it since I was 14 and I am now nearly 21. I know he has tried to get himself ready but I don’t think he will ever be ready which is fair enough when you have a fear as much as he does. One day he may surprise us though, we can only hope :) Thanks so much for sharing your story, I really appreciate it!

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