I dreamed you into being

I Dreamed You Into Being

I dreamed you into being,

so many years ago.

An injured young girl’s desperate wish,

for a love that does not hurt.

I saw you first in a song,

my bridge over troubled waters.

I didn’t know you then,

but I was sure you existed.

It took years to find you,

and I kept my heart open.

I lit a candle for you

in a corner of my heart.

When I thought I could bear no more,

I heard you whisper to me.


I walked over a thousand miles

searching for you.

I searched the quaint chapels and

ornate cathedrals.

I searched the silver mountains.

I searched the golden plains.

I searched the verdant forest.

I searched the turquoise sea.

I searched for you in lovers’ arms.

I thought I caught a glimpse of you,

gazing into me.


And it took a long, long time to realize

you were always there.

In the silver mountains.

In the verdant plains,

In the turquoise sea.

You were there in the songs,

in the grand and modest churches,

and in my lovers’ embrace.

A most profound and elegant discovery,

and so joyful it has been.

I have always experienced you throughout my life

because you have always been residing in me.


copyright 2013, Casey and The Sprightly Writer

with credit to Julien Matei for inspiration


About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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2 Responses to I dreamed you into being

  1. julienmatei says:

    So beautiful!!!

    Love it

    “I searched the quaint chapels and

    ornate cathedrals.”

  2. Casey says:

    Thank you so much!

    I’ll probably rework it, that’s how it goes for me. I express my poems, then find ways to refine them.

    I wonder what I could do if I really knew what I was doing when it comes to poetry. 😉

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