Dreams,
smokey nights
in darkened rooms
with relatives
mixed with friends
and enemies
Dreams,
anxious and
surreal, caught between
narrow walls, thick bars
and fences
with barking dogs
Dreams,
that move into
unfamiliar spaces,
steps with no stairs,
running on fresh
cement
Dreams,
speechless,
unspoken wishes,
lame excuses,
the unconscious
untamed
Dreams,
back to the wall,
head to the floor,
clawing up a slippery slope,
into a maze
without an exit sign
Dreams,
never seem to say
what they mean,
never finish
what they think, until
it’s too late,
the dreamer
wakes up
with a vague suspicion,
a piece of undigested
story,
a cryptic message,
a letter
with no return address.
©️mft
