Dreamtime Wanderlust
In my dreams I wander the corridors of mind;
twisting. turning corners into dark places that
when awake, I dare not go.
Into strange places with distorted faces;
full of ethereal spirits and ghosts.
Ghosts of mistakes, long past; errors made
on a conscious road without thought for the ends.
How they haunt me; those things so well tucked
in my subconscious...where I wander.
Yet, within my dreamtime state I crave the search;
for within, I find answers to questions and sometimes,
poems and paintings...
in my dreamtime wanderlust.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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