On Dreaming

I have dreamed a dream I do not see save in my mind's eye. I cannot let go (though I try) though unrequited will I suffer as I wait for the ship to sink. It is a funny thing to want what cannot be taken- when it is not offered freely to you you have no recourse. You may wait. One may always wait. One may die waiting. Perhaps the ship will sink soon and the waiting will be over- then one may swim to shore and start new once again. But there is always the hope that that world is just another day over the horizon. If we could turn off our feelings- I suspect many of us would never have any, because we would not turn them back on.