More about Dreams

Upon the glowing, silvery dust of moon beams,

ride the gleaming slivers of passionate dreams.

From the depths, they arise – come to our inner sight

on the churning tides of R. E. M. s – throughout the night.

 

In other dreams – out of the shadows they come

to haunt the midnight hours – scaring life from some.

To others, a carnival of fun, laughter and joy,

and for most, dreams are not but a ploy

 

that to bring to light, that which they cannot see,

nor understand that which lies beneath – to be

the truth behind the veil, creations, of imagination

from the subconscious, as it releases the forces of frustration.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

July 15^th 2005