DREAMS

Moving pictures frame my sleep

I know not if it’s shallow or deep

Till a sharp sound breaks the spell

But memories of it I keep.

Was it a nightmare or a dream?

Did I smile, or did I scream?

The pictures are the same I think

Impact forms my mental scheme.

Will it happen again tonight?

To finally tell me what is right

Subliminal notes from the deepest self

Bringing hopes and fears to light.