OK so this world is like all my other worlds.It includes all,no most,of my poetry and a few other things.So basically this realm is where you will find most of my poems.If you would like to request anything,please do.I love to write poetry and lots of it tells a story from different points of view.So if you would like me to write a poem about someone or something,please just send a comment or message me.

Realm Of Dreams

Living in this world of bittersweet memories
Leaves me feeling as though I walk through a realm of dreams
What lies within this realm is more sinister and deadlier than any beast man can hope to fathom
It has the ability to bring forth memories one would like to forget
It assumes the shape or persona of the things or the people whom we held dear
It likes to taunt us with the memories of what used to be, and what could have been
But more often than not, this thing that lives within this realm of dreams likes to take on the shape of a woman
The woman is ethereal
She is far more beautiful than any woman that has come into being
She can be heard and touched, but never seen
Her eyes are ever seeing
Her knowledge is ever known
Her love is unconditional
Her hatred is ever growing;
The woman is something that has the ability to slip past ones own defenses
Even if you put up barriers around your thoughts and your heart
She will always find a way past those barriers

I, too, live in this realm of dreams
But I, unlike my beautiful counterpart, am not as ethereal
I am like a real living being who can be seen but never touched or heard
I am the lighter side to her dark
She manifests on your dark emotions and uses them against you
While I manifest and use your other emotions like love, joy, and gratitude
To bring you whatever I can with these emotions
But unlike her using her ability to slip past your barriers to get what she wants
I, instead wait for you to give me your trust
I do not simply try and break past your barriers
No
That is not the way of my kind
We were meant to simply monitor and watch over all dreamers
Not destroy them

Standing at the center of this realm of dreams
I hear her voice calling to me
Unlike the dreamers
I can hear her
I can touch her
I can interact with her the way all the dreamers can't
It is the way this realm was made
This realm of dreams was made so her and I could do as Dream Weavers were meant to do
We were meant to weave good and dark dreams
Our realm is mirrored by thousands of other realms of dreams with their own Dream Weavers
Each realm was given two or dozens of Weavers depending on what the dreams held within them
Each realm was also given Dream Guardians and Dream Guides
But this realm, this one realm, was only given two Dream Weavers
One was living and corporeal
The other ethereal

She is standing next to me now
The other Dream Weaver
The dark to my light
We watch as the dreams we have weaves play out as they were intended to
We listen to everything and nothing at all
We know every possible ending to each dream
We interact with the dream itself and the people or things within it
But never the Dreamer
That is one thing we cannot be allowed to do
Because it was forbidden long ago in ages past
I look back at her and smile
She looks away from the images of a dream she had woven for a particular Dreamer
And smiles back
I hold out my right hand to her
A small token of understanding and connection to another being
She reaches out and grabs onto my hand
Holding it while we walk again throught this realm of dreams we created