My dreams had something (important) to tell me
last night.
And on the rare occasion the
Sandman sits down,
crosses his legs
and heart,
promises not to take more than a
Soul, tells a story, and
I get up
before he can get to the point-
of dreaming...
You know, some people believe that dreaming
is reality and the Real World
is make-believe,
comprised of the stories we tell
Ourselves-
True enough
to imagine.
Have you noticed that some people
live for their dream
even when they don't understand
its language.
If we dream we have it All
and get it,
would losing it
become a dream?
Between shades of light and dark,
shadow and body,
we collect impressions of what time it is,
subconsciously we know
all the has been dreamt before.
The point of the dream
the Sandman said is
that it never ends with
Us.
Painting by Franz Marc, 'The Dreaming Horse' c. 1913 [Public domain].
