Dreams appear like a ghost in the night,
A fragmented spirit from a Dali painting,
Melted time and distorted faces.
Dreams never lie
No matter how convoluted
And cryptic they seem.
They only tell the raw truth,
Dreams guide the receptive dreamer,
A rudder of the ancient soul,
A boat slicing through an open sea
Of things, the dreamer needs to know.
Note: Picture taken of Los Angeles street art in the vicinity of Melrose Avenue.