Dreams
Oh sleep!ye silent stealing of all conscious
that slips thru my mind
to capture dreams,to bring forth
inconsistencies.
A blur of schemes,that my
wakeful mind has no thought of,
Oh,ye taker of rest!
that plunges our deepest thoughts
into mind alternating images,
to steal our essence,
like a tumble weed blowing
across the land,
Oh,ye maker of dreams,
and builder of nightmares,
ye,rambling,rumbling,tumbling,
bits of logic.....
where nothing exist.....
Copyright © Doris Bounds | Year Posted 2020
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