A Dream

A dream, a reverie, beckoning from a distance, one so strange, yet so real. Sometimes a welcome friend, at others, the enemy we fight. Is it the imagination of a restless mind, or the actuality of our life ?

Like a picture painted on glass, the colours of love , the shades of hate, happy tones and painful ones, coming together to draw our feelings, only to shatter with wakefulness.

With clarity we remember some, seemingly a part of our life. Others vague, hidden by a cloud of confusion, leaving us searching for something nameless, something faceless.

A recurring vision or a random one, of a past life or a future yet to come. Some irresistible, some repugnant, where do they spring from, these unbidden images ?

Created deep within our soul, a display of our hope and desire, as they slip through our senses. Pleasure like warm tendrils enfold, fear like a foreboding mist, envelops, in the dark of the night when the mind is vulnerable.

Is it the consciousness of the Universe taking over our being, to impart knowledge from beyond, to unlock mysteries hitherto unknown? Do Angels visit from above, to renew our flagging spirit, to heal and enrich our soul ? Is the subconscious dream our reality and this life we lead the fantasy ?