Pieces of My Dreams

As dreams frequent our nights… Disarray plays in our sight… We remember in the dark what we can’t see in the day… Flowing in and out of reality as the pieces fall out of the grey… A cold breeze from an open window splashes on my chest… For the relevance of what I see may only be a test… The clock ticks and the hours spin… Daylight struggles where to begin… As lifeless dreams now sink away… I play on paper all through the day…