A Young Poet

Comic book poetry

I dreamt a lot more as a teen than I do as an adult. Im sure there are some celestial explanations for this, or someone will tell me that my chakras are out of wack which results in my minds eye being obscured. I can’t say for certain what it is but the fact remains, I dreamt wildly and vividly in my youth. Perhaps a testament to all I couldn’t express while awake, now I was able to experience those emotions, however fantastical they may have been, in a different realm; one where I could just be and no one was able to interrupt or cast their judgment.

I recall one night when I was around 17 years old, I had a dream of a young man around my age, taking my hand and guiding me through the sky. We walked amongst clouds, we spoke, laughed and went on a magical adventure. While in this dream, I recall feeling as though I was in the presence of my brother but I knew that this character was not my actual “real-life” brother. Its a strange feeling because I felt we were connected but in reality, he was no one I actually knew, no one who really existed in my life.

In some way however, I think he was pretty close to being a brother, a “dream brother” who only came to visit me once in my life but left me with great advice and a feeling of everlasting love. As though this was a message my real-life brother wanted to provide but couldn’t conjure the words or find the time to deliver it.

Without me knowing any more or less of this person I dreamt of, I knew there was a poetic presence to him. A troubadour interrupting my dream realm to show me bits go my current life. Girls I was seeing, love I was giving away freely and a prison I was living in for too long.

Below is the poem I wrote from this very dream and the comic book pages that Devon Delcastillo drew to accompany this journey.

I hope you enjoy.