contemplativeDream Messengers
Dreamscapes are revelations
outside my waking mind.
The rules do not apply
when doors are opened wide.
The outcomes defy logic
when REM is the motion.
The scenes are divergent
in the halls of sleep.
There is no lexicon to explain
the visions from beyond.
There is no reason
for the angels and red devils.
Will I awake with guidance
from these fae messengers?
Their words are different
when repose is my native land.
With thoughts full released
from visions of forty winks
I consider if I've been told
the truth now unconcealed.
I'll not play both sides
when the truth is the mean.
Dualities may haunt my rest.
To wake is my sole escape.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160104.
