Dreams...

Dreams of many kinds.
Conjured deep within.
Some knowingly done
Other unconsciously stirred.
The wonderful collage that emerges,
The disconcerting voyage thats traveled.
The fearful visage thats encountered.
All the makings of thoughtful menagerie.
Buried within the psyche of conscience.
As the eyes dim into reverie,
So do we into uncharted territory.
Unpredictable stories that play out.
Unlikely people that walk in.
Whats going to hit you,
Is what going to get you.
Overpowered by imaginations,
The things you see so alarming
Yet somehow fades away,
But sometimes becomes etched
Like the writings on a stone wall.
Surprising you in ways not known.
The intricacy of the strokes seen,
Like the delicate plumes of a feather.
Everything seen has a meaning.
Living in this zone,
Is like the hourglass of eternity.
Never knowing it'll pass
But making you go deep inside.
Treading the paths oh so gently.
Only to know that every path,
Has a direction only to twist
and turn into a whole new way.
Something that changes inside.
or something that feels right.
Maybe what is realized,
Is instincts that power you.
also drives you.
Even when the calming darkness
slowly falls on the eyes
That see this world.