More About Dreams
More about Dreams
Upon the glowing, silvery dust of moon beams,
ride the gleaming slivers of passionate dreams.
From the depths, they arise – come to our inner sight
on the churning tides of R. E. M. s – throughout the night.
In other dreams – out of the shadows they come
to haunt the midnight hours – scaring life from some.
To others, a carnival of fun, laughter and joy,
and for most, dreams are not but a ploy
that brings to light, that which they cannot see,
nor understand that which lies beneath – to be
the truth behind the veil, creations, of imagination
from the subconscious, as it releases the forces of frustration.
B. J. “A ” 2
July 15th 2005
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015
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