By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Dreams like mists within my mind,
infuse my deepest wants in kind.
Like fractured snaps of life gone by,
I imbibe their gifts and lessons wry.
The past reveals the steps not trodden,
and teachings lost somehow forgotten.
To relate to now in useful ways,
my dreams myself a vast array.
For nothing’s lost just tucked away,
for understanding another day.
Our dreams like triggers to our souls,
invite our sight like mirrors bold.
Like dreams our lives a passing flicker,
viewed or not our choice our dinner.
Absorbed and savoured for all intent,
or furtive glimpse and grasp relent.
Dreams are but the face of us,
undone within the deepest cusp.
For us to see if sight required,
or cast aside as life aspired.