That was brutal, this last set of dreams
my subconscious mind at work.
Dream always sounds like such an ethereal word
yet the reality is so far from that.
These dreams that come late in the morning
after I have lain awake for hours.
When my thoughts are busy taking their shape
and my fears being realized.
I dream of things that are too close to real
there is some lesson in this, I know.
The things that I am trying too hard to grasp
are laid out here at my feet.
I dream of leavings and wanderings
I dream of distance far and near.
I dream of harsh words telling me no
I dream of being made to walk alone.
There are messages and secrets and learnings deep
there are things that I never need to see again.
It’s all there in the soft grey of the twilight
yet it is screaming as if crystal clear.
I should have listened long ago
to the dreams where I fell from the sky.
As I would come crashing down to the ground
and with a startling jolt I would wake.
I should have listened as I ran in fear
yet could never quite run fast enough.
Something was always one step behind
waiting to eat me alive.
There were messages there loud and clear
yet I would simply curl into you to be safe.
Now as I dream there is nowhere to hide
the images line the walls of my room.