Dream and dream and dream,
Is this life my dream within a dream?
My fantasy and my horror?
Is my pleasure only what is seen?
Pity she who cannot dream and feel
sorry for he who cannot visit
the dark night of pleasured dreams.
True pleasure and true fear in the mist.
Dreams wrapped in dreams
nightmares filled with fear and panic,
Pleasure unrestricted by rules
and commitments of fact.
I stand before my mind
searching for the dream of life,
Wanting in and wanting out
to dream and to dream and to dream about.
© Bill Reynolds 7/25/2018
Dream and look both ways, into the night in the light of the day. Mind gaps of dusk and dawn.