Of Dreams
Dreams are but fancies of a deeper place
Found in the realm of the mind asleep
Played out like old films in a movie palace
Starring phantoms freed from a dark, dusty keep
What meaning bestowed save only the given
By the dreamer or chosen confidants
Spirit guidebooks, advice for living
Interpret the trampling white elephants
Navigating waters of seas unexplored
Worlds fading in and out of existence
Dancing with Sirens who will not be ignored
Their songs call you onward without resistance
Trying hard as you may not to run aground
Seeking the beacon of light shining on the shore
Steering your ship through the straights of Sandman Sound
Where dreams and reality wage nightly war
Merging with shadowy willow-the-whispers
Walking in streams of unconscious thought
Of things that are, things that may be, things that once were
Of things yet to come, and things that are naught
By dreams we have means of earthly escape
Flights of fancy pursue with fate and sue with chance
Endless journeys of time, space and mindscape
In subconscious freedom exists a place to dance
An alternate, timeless, ageless multiverse
Where you are immortal for a limited time
There time bends to accommodate your verse
And the inhabitants all speak in riddles and rhymes
Inside, shadows play up on the wall
They dance and frolic and sing their songs
Outside, hear the footsteps in the hall
The ghosts of the past dance and sing along
At night when my dreams come out to play
And the creatures of the night hold court
I know I have till the coming day
To experience new worlds of a sort
Inside your head while you sleep
Are visions in the mind’s eye
Misty mountains with castle keeps
And you’re just learning to fly
But what’s inside the castle keep
That cannot be denied?
Ideas and thoughts so dark and deep
From which you can never hide
Dreams may show you the direction to go in
Dreams may show you what you’d like to do
You can run, but in slow motion
You can’t hide from what’s inside of you
Dark shadows debut their plays on the stage
Of a mind wrought with angst and confusion
Wordsmiths put pen to old papyrus page
To create a new world of illusion
In the swirling, murky waters of my mind
There lies a forgotten ancient ruin
If you dare the old temple to find
You must make sure you know what you’re doin’
You should follow your dreams
Some strange old philosopher said
As inspiring as that advice seems
I’ve got an ache in my head…
So I went back to bed
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2020
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