Confused, a Mystery It Remains

Confused, a mystery it remains Stunned by a dream Invoking images in his mind of the night before As he lay in his bed pondering the day Suddenly asleep he cannot weep For the morning is here And he thinks to himself what did it mean Vivid in detail he recalls it over coffee Later in the day to a friend Interested and curious he continues to explain No understanding, confusion sets in Trying to make sense of it, he seems dim A mystery it remains For the current day has passed And night is near mid Not tired but restless He sees it as a sign That lust, sex and love are on their way The dream tells many stories Through the dreamer’s eye