LOVE POETRY: My poem - Dream Catch Me

I TEND to be a love-sick puppy at times. Falling for girls that are spoken for or aren't interested and having my heart minced by the ones who pretend they are - these seem to be common trends in my hopeless romantic life. But from the burning ashes of emotional hurt often comes inspiration!

I often have this recurring dream where I'm walking along a beach at sunset - hand-in-hand with the undiscovered love of my life. Sometimes I recognise the girl, but at other times it's someone that I have never seen or met before. I like to believe that I'm yet to meet the latter one.

Anyway, enough about me. Below is a poem I wrote a few months back about my recurring love dream. It's an amalgamation of my own love sick feelings and two of my favourite songs. It you are familiar with the Goo Goo Dolls and the work of Newton Faulkner, you may recognise a few lines. There is also a bit of Blaise Pascal thrown in there just to spice things up.

So grab a tissue or another beer and I hope my poem touches you in a platonic way.

DREAM CATCH ME

Photo: fairwayscottages.comThe warm sunset rays cast themselves upon the tame sea

Dancing on slow moving humps of blue,

They meet the shore with a gentle swish

Gobbling up footprints left behind with joyous laughter.

We have an endless soft blanket before us on which to paint our future,

The past is washed clean, and all we need to go forward is the touch of each others hands.

It is only you and me - the rest of the World doesn’t matter,

Happiness has been defined in a single day...

But alas this is not today,

Today is a recurring dream.

Here is gone.


We have become adept at convincing ourselves that we know what we want

- who we want

Blind to our own inevitable growth,

Maturity, wisdom, ambitions, desires, dreams.

Our ocean is made murky by socially constructed pettiness

Expectations, perceptions, but very real uncertainty,

Uncertainty that strangles one, causing a head-rush of confusion

A bottomless void that can’t seem to be filled.


A few beeps from an electronic device becomes a make or break moment,

Silly, really

But the will to make the dream reality overpowers.

Left alone in a painful silence

Forced to allow over-analytical thoughts free reign over a once clear state of mind,

My ocean becomes cold and muddy

Please, get me out of this frozen dirt.


The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing, they say,

We try to understand the emotional heart with our heads

The way we are conditioned to,

Futile, really.

Sometimes the head wins the battle,

I break my fingers to make a call, but that’s all it is...


Love is about giving – giving involves trust,

Love is giving someone the ability to hurt you but trusting that they won’t.


There’s a place I go when I’m alone

Do anything I want, be anyone I want to be,

But it is always you I see there and I can’t stop myself from falling.

That’s where I’m going, where are you going? Hold it close, don’t let this go,

Dream catch me – catch me when I fall

Take me to my ocean I have seen before,

Let me meet her

Show me what I know will one day find me and become my reality.


Everything’s wrong, but it’s alright...

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ANCESTORS: My calling to become a white sangoma

MANY moons ago was my old man's 60th birthday bash. We had set up a large screen to display the opening game of the Soccer World Cup - Bafana Bafana vs. Mexico. The game was intense but the party was terrific!

I had wondered off around the side of the house where we have a large swimming pool sitting in icy silence. All that could be heard was the festive sounds of laughter, bonfires and friendly chit chat. I somehow managed to fall into the frozen waters of our swimming pool with a silent splash. I was drowning in the pool's icy clutches and honestly thought I was going to die.

I inhaled a few liters of chlorinated water before I lost the last of my breathe to what was to become my watery grave; but just then, a huge hand lifted me out of the water and I found myself sitting safely on a cloud ... talking to God.

God told me that it was not my time to die and that I still had much to do with my life on Earth. He explained that there were people I would meet along my journey who needed my help. God further explained I still had much to offer in the way of helping others on Earth.

I was placed back on the soil with an incredible gift. God had blessed me with perfect health and clarity of mind. I could never get sick or mentality side-tracked. This was to aid my purpose of helping my fellow human beings.

This was the dream I had about a week after my dad's party. After recounting the dream to my fluent Zulu-speaking girlfriend, she told me that this is a very common theme in Zulu culture - a dream interpreted as a calling from the ancestors for me to become a sangoma!

I have always had an interest in dream analysis but never thought that my dreams would cross cultures. I have no immediate plans to become a sangoma anytime soon, but I certainly found this God dream quite interesting.

Anyone ever had a similar dream?

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