Often have dreams been frightful Seldom are they delightful Elaborately a world created Disastrously that world faded
Opening eyes to witness nothings changed Closing eyes to hide how it's pained
In that moment that was dreamt What could that dream have meant The gaze was true as it had been A dream brought to end
I envy those who have beautiful dreams. Even those who look forward to dreaming. Over the last few years mine have done nothing but frighten or torment me. Last night I had a dream and wished it never ended.