Dreams

Darkness envelops a violet sky, night ends the lighted reign, stars elongate in a lucid haze as a new world appears in the mist. People and places hidden away in the dark play to the crowd of only one, in contorted scenes of yesteryear. How I long to comprehend its meaning! Pictures arise like a sudden tornado, twisting and turning endlessly; unexplainable scenes intertwine in depths of unimagined presence. A fast entrance with an even quicker exit, all the players right on cue make a drama every night. How I long to understand it all! The tossing and turning like a rag doll, in rhythm with each sequence, everything seems so close yet so far away, but grasping to touch is sheer madness. The scenes that come are mainly a mystery, and the players change infinitely, much is forgotten as the darkness fades. How I long to dream again!