I Dream Poetry

I DREAM POETRY When slumber overtakes my waking mind There are words I hear that seem to flow But with no poetic reference that I can find Keep bubbling up from somewhere below I am asleep, so consciousness has resigned The lines arriving from where I don’t know With images of all kinds coming into view I see beauty and sadness, struggle and joy All the emotions I’ve experienced, it’s true But it takes just one wrong word to destroy And one good metaphor to change the hue Maybe it always was the dream’s clever ploy