Dreaming

Dreaming Dreams, like caterpillars – pupa to butterfly, butterflies in flight. Dreams, like creation – become the world we chose to inhabit. Dreams, one devises – are but the past, the present, the future. Dreams, one devises – are but yesterdays and today’s events. Dreams, are files – subconscious, surrealistic glass doors. Dreams, are psychic – windows into the past, into the future. Dreams, give hope – for the here and now, for the other side. Dreams, are but journeys – rehashing many of life’s issues. Dreams, reoccurring – unresolved experiences, over and over. Dreams, for some – the need for power, the need to control. Dreams, for some – the need for peace, happiness and love. Dreams, for some – the need to give, to share, to be a part of. Dreams, dissipate – dissolving like multi-faceted snowflakes. Dreams, decay – become fallen, autumn leaves in transition. Dreams, awake, shatter – like beautiful, fragile crystal. Dreams, awake, shatter – ones reality, in the light of day. Dreams, disintegrate – a dilapidated, rusted out old auto. Dreams, come to not – for they are dead end, gravel roads. Dreams, an adventure – take one on so many journeys. Dreams, a black hole – from which some cannot escape. Dreams, then again – are like rose petals covered in dew. Dreams, reflecting – refracting every colour of a rainbow. B. J. “ A ” 2 May 17th, 2018