Poetry

Good Dreams, Bad Dreams


Dreams drifted freely through the atmosphere,
not knowing who would reach out to hold them near,
a random spice of vivid scenes there for all to view,
I wonder which were at one time picked by you?

Good dreams we flavour with images of our own,
making them personal as if by some seamstress sewn,
embroidered with pictures from our real life past,
are those randomly inserted, or picked for the cast?

Deep in those subconscious thoughts that permeate,
our sleeping minds with moments of both love and hate,
we may have some choices that we don't usually make,
those can make us smile or trouble us enough to wake...

Dark thoughts and great terrors can be vivid indeed,
waking us in a sweat with a most desperate need,
for comfort that once our mums used to provide,
but if alone are not so easily shaken - I've tried!

We may reach for the light switch, and look all around,
are there any strange shadows, or some creepy sound?
If nothing disturbing is seen in a minute or two,
do you go straight back to sleep, or maybe do as I do ?

For I like to make notes before all those images melt,
which will be used in a poem that tells what I felt,
and once all those thoughts are expunged in some lines,
I can drift back to sleep with nowt to trouble my mind...

©Rhumour
February 22nd 2012