Dreams
When
the night approaches,
turning day into somersaults of memory,
I ponder what dreams may lie upon my pillow
casting shadows into my mind as I lie to rest.
Dreams do not awaken what is,
but what could be,
and, oh, how we shudder at those could bes
--Sometimes.
In reality there is stability in convention,
in knowing what to expect around us,
but in dreams--ahh--the doing of all sorts of
shameful things?
We shudder!
©Sharon
Terry
2000
