Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.
~ Khalil Gibran
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/O-472291540
We were all dreamers it would seem
we made our myths and spent
nights in the middle of them
until dawn broke our even
darkening-shapes, because
it took an entire life to decline
or go insane, or might I awaken?
the night dragged our covers
off of us, out of the light
we felt the sleep of our routine
enfolding us like eerie fingers
from some window, or control-panel
might we have been enslaved long ago?
by whom or the government
we still flicked with our ghostly beams
seeking more intelligence, faith, energy
to be who we required destiny
to shape us, our souls knew
the secrets of our mortality
we were dreamers and I swear
we created melodies out of our own fears
musicians of fate, jennies in training.
Wuji Seshat 
I am always fond of re-interpretations of Ophelia and the poetry they inspire.
Actually so am I!
I was certain that was the reason why you chose it! It is a wonderful image and so multi-layered that I am certain there can be no end to the interpretations it can lend itself to.
Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.
The only reality is now! “Be here now”! Great!!
You took me with you, as always Wuji.
we should meet in our dreams one day, but we would each remember only each other, not ourselves.
nevertheless it would feel familiar – it’s a date.
with the internet more than ever, we all bring our planet of dreams to the table.
Touche! ❤