When I Dream
When I dream and fall in deeper
realms,
Little snippets of life taunt
and tease
To make sense of that which
overwhelms.
They will dance all about
till I wake.
Most of them I forget when I
rise,
And the images fade to opaque.
Some seem stark, clear and
bold to my eyes.
Then I wonder what they’re
all about.
Are they there to confuse or
make wise?
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