What Dreams May Come…

dreamSeveral years ago, I watched this fantastic movie starring Robin Williams. A man meets his soul mate, they get married and have kids, a happy life, and then lose both of their children. He recovers, she does not, but he sticks by her for she’s his soul mate. And then he dies, too. So she kills herself and he travels through hell to save her. The movie is visually stunning, and the philosophical themes running through it are rampant. It’s an incredible movie, and I encourage you to watch it if you have not. What Dreams May Come is still a movie that holds a deep place within my heart. “What dreams may come” is from Hamlet and I have always responded to that line.

“To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come…” 

          ~ William Shakespeare
Today we are supposed to write about sleep and dreams. I have to admit that I was completely uninspired. I have written often about sleeping and dreams, and I should have been able to have some kind of inspiration. Or so, I thought. Yet when I sat down to write, there was nothing. I don’t enjoy “forcing” inspiration. So, I should have left and come back later. Except I didn’t. I even thought of cheating and just putting up one of the many poems I’d written on this subject. But I don’t like cheating. It feels like quitting and giving up, and maybe there’s a time and place for that but it is not today. So, I turned on some inspirational music and waited to see if the Muse would speak. She did, but not in a way I expected. I wrote two for you. I am also including The Diamond That Makes Music for CJ because I know she likes it (if she remembers it-bet she will since she happened to mention it this morning), and it is about the night, though my reference is towards a person specifically. There is such a thing as the title and you can read about it here. Then I’m including one I wrote several years ago. I love mythology, and one of my favorite myths is Cupid and Psyche. It has a Scandinavian version as well called East of the Sun, West of the Moon. (Click on those links to be taken to the stories.) And so, I wrote one about it.  I hope you enjoy all of them, and again, go watch that movie!
xo Jesi

I Do Not Write…

By Jessica Scott


I do not write about sleep or dreams,

For somehow, today, it seems cliché.

I would rather write about how the sun

Strikes your hair and sets it on fire in a halo of gold.

I do not write about sleep or dreams,

For I’d rather write how your eyes are like sea glass,

Green and blue, and clear like the ocean,

With hidden depths and glints of light.

I would rather describe your voice,

How it resembles warm honey,

redolent with sweetness,

Thick with irresistible stickiness,

Than write about the hazy fog and confused reality of sub-conscious yearnings.

The scent of your skin, the sensual maleness of you,

Your touch like silk, the light of your soul,

Your vibrant, playful, beating heart…

These are more deserving of my words.

Yet, the only way I can bring you into being

Is to close my eyes,

Calm my racing pulse,

Slow my breath…

And dream.


In the End

By Jessica Scott

What dreams may come

In that final sleep?

What visions will be my last

Once I’ve drunk from the Reaper’s cup?

Will my last dreams be of regrets and mistakes,

Or have I lived my life in such a way

As to be granted mercy,

and spared

from Death’s last cruel joke?


The Diamond That Makes Music

By Jessica Scott

When all the world has fallen away

And it’s just you and I alone,

We sit on the couch or bed,

Or wherever we have ended up.

We talk of nothing and everything.

Sometimes we go for a drive at night

After the world is mostly asleep,

And see those places that only the night creatures visit.

I hold your hand

As you sit close to me, and

You make me tell you stories of the past,

And you give me hope for the future.

You make me dance.

There is no darkness in you,

For you are pure light,

And make me want to be better.


Cupid and Psyche

By Jessica Scott

In the dark he comes to me.

Silently, he moves over the floor.

I hear the sound of his breathing,

And I feel him as he comes nearer.

Soon, I feel him beside me.

The warmth of his skin as it touches mine,

Sets me on fire,

Making my pulse race;

I am afraid to move, to make the slightest sound,

In case he should leave,

As swiftly as he came.

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

12 Replies to “What Dreams May Come…

    1. Thank you so much…the first one is definitely going into the folder for consideration for my first collection. And the last one..I wrote that in my 20s.

    1. Of course you are! Anyone who reads your poetry, especially the ones about your wife, could tell you that. 🙂
      And thank you. I was trying to get a Pablo Neruda mood in the first one, though I’m not sure I succeeded. 🙂

  1. Wow! These are all gorgeous! So very romantic and beautifully done. There are times when waking up causes such sweet yearning for that sleep to reinstate itself, and you’ve captured that beautifully.

    I’ve had dreams like that a few times, where I just wish I could have gone back to sleep and carried on, but somehow, even if I’ve had the opportunity, I can never seem to recapture the dream, which is most frustrating.

    1. I have definitely had those moments. I wasn’t thinking of them in particular but I like that you drew that from them. That’s awesome!
      I’ve had moments when I’ve woken up and thought I was in another room or someplace else and it was very vivid. Dreams astound me. They are astonishing and mysterious and wonderful sometimes. 🙂

      1. Yes – I’ve had some INCREDIBLE dreams (just not recently, though they *have* been vivid…) and I know what you mean about that confusion between sleep and awake where you feel lost. I’m not keen on it, and it leaves me very disoriented.

  2. They are all beautiful! I don’t have much time to comment (after all, I AM on holiday!) but wanted to let you know they all touched me in one way or another!

    1. Thank you so much! And I am completely honored that you too the time to comment. But next time…holiday means NO GETTING ON THE COMPUTER! Got it? 🙂

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