Essays, Poetry, Observations, Etc.

Perchance to Dream

In dreams, poem, poetry on March 29, 2014 at 6:14 am

The hour is early,
the rising of the sun still hours away.
The midnight torment of the soul,
the dreams of incredible detail
and utter strangeness fill my sleep.
Flying, running, confusion,
searching, questing,
seeking some unknown goal,
yearning and looking for answers
just within grasp,
just out of reach,
then slip silently
beyond knowing.

The sleeper awakes,
normal programming resumes,
leaving vivid memories
of questing dreams
and answers unrealized.


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