Dreams
Dreams...the wasteland of all our misery...
The harbor of our passions and joys...
Pleasures and expectations of life...
Its the Id that speaks to us...
Of possibilities and consistencies of past life's...
Its the inner voice that tells us its okay to think...
Further than the norm...
Its a release and a lesson to be savored
Its a punishment for trespasses of guilt...
And its pleasures personified when love is true....
And held close to the soul.
Dreams are of the spirit or is from the demons...
Of consciousness in a twilight...
Its the inner voice of reason and its the tattle of guilt...
Dreams are the cinema of the soul.
© 1999 Susan K. Rowse
