Dreams - July 28, 2011

They sing like sirens that drown sailors
In spells that leave us trapped in the vicinity of our minds
For a night we make journeys and deal with lands of nonsense
Until sense is brought forth with the gate to morn
We meet friends or foes, fears or joys, perils or good times
They mirror our deepest wishes, some too dark to admit in light
And they bind us in a vise for the night’s whimsy without letting go
Until bodies have been rested and again take over
Where our minds reigned supreme
Such is our unconscious that is only trying to speak to us
To warn us
In ways of mystery we cannot perceive

-Lady Stormparade