My black and white dreams

An ambiguous image
Of my wayward soul
Snuck into my chamber of dreams
Last night

It spoke a language,
Nearly like Italian,
But words made sense before I heard them
The line was clearly drawn in the sand -
First fight

We wrestled until dawn -
That lovely enemy of my soul.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Dreams are a separate world...I sometimes wonder that they might be links to past lives or other dimensions or a connection to the unseen spirits and souls of the dead. I enjoyed the read. Excellent work.

[Nisreen]

I wonder sometimes if language accounts for more than we give it
If words had a higher sense of being

Those dreams where light and darkness are in battle
We wonder if this darkness resides within

or is it a past memory of something bad that has long passed

The only enemy that resonates are all the things we chose not to do
Words we left unsaid ....

i could be very far off but this is my take on it

[iamshadowine]

nice imagery written here! keep writing :D