In the Mist

Clouded Visions in a dream

My dreams make little sense
When I drift off to sleep I see events
Some funny
Some sad
Mostly they are neutral
When I try to take control of my dreams
the visions push me back into reality
When I awake

A massive headache is brought on
Due to my mind trying to understand it all
After a few moments I forget my dreams
That has little effect
Days later my visions come true
When I realize this I can only be amazed

I do not know how my dreams work
I dare not be questioned nor answered
For my dreams have not answer or reason
They are what they are like or love it
I choose to love it

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I love this poem. It is a topic that caught my attention for my dreams are like that sometimes. It is crazy and unexplainable but it happens. The imagery is wonderful.

[DannyLynne Riley]

This piece startled my senses. For years I have had dreams that seem to defy the very laws of time. When I read this it was like reading a declaration. I am often able to identify my own troubling quests when engaged in a read from another. you have given voice to this. I love it when I read something that sets its mark on my own experience. very nice