2 - Dreams

It happens in the darkness,

when all is calm and still,

when people, places, words, and rhymes,

come creeping o'er the sill.

I cannot help but welcome,

the good, the bad, and strange.

For deep in these recesses 

my fondest friends, they came.

They dance upon my conscious,

play games with my insides,

but although the dawn breaks slowly,

they quickly run and hide.

I cannot keep them near me,

so rarely they return,

but recorded in my notebook,

their names I slowly learn.

Theres a friendly one who visits,

realism is a fright,

but of them all I cherish most,

the future and the light.

So come my friends I beg you,

come and visit soon,

though different shapes you surely take,

I wait by light of moon.

I love dreams. I can't really explain why, but I love the bad ones almost just as much as the good. Sometimes a bad dream is exactly what you need to be grateful for what you have. Sometimes the fear that you feel in a dream is so potent it gives you the contrast to enjoy the good. I have heard it said joy and pain are like a pendulum. You cannot experience joy exceeding the amount of pain you have experienced. I don't know if I would go that far, but I know that on occasion I wake and instead of regretting the dream, I simply let the feelings run their course and look forward to dreams to come. My favorite dreams are those that give me a glimpse into the future. I believe in them though many may not. I believe that on a regular basis we are granted a fleeting glimpse into what will be. I love those ones.