DREAMS

Dreams leave the windows of the mind

Like falling panes of color,

Shimmering rays of light

On the sunset sky,

Descending into the nothing

Of forgetful memories lost to Soul

In a clouded shade of pale void.

Fleeting images of candlelight dinners,

Back alley meetings,

And lost loved ones imagined

From the passing corner of the eye.

Born of nothing,

Returned to the nothing center

Of the mind still waking.

Experiences struggling to cling to the final moments of life.

Fighting the foggy veil of empty shadows,

Never to return to the world of the conscious mind.

The final stanzas of thoughts so real,

Now only live as a glimmer,

A shadow of a past life

Only hinted at in the moments

Of waking time.