When I close my eyes,
What do I see?
What can I hear?

During the day,
I see nothing but blackness,
Behind my closed lids.
An endless sky of black,
Blurred silhouettes of
Whatever lighted shape
I last saw.

But at night...
Oh the wonders I see!
So many places
My dreams take me!
Sometimes they feel so real,
I can almost reach out
And touch them.

Such a strange and bizarre
World, they take me to.
Images in three colors,
Like that of an old
Television set.
Yet the detail,
So precise, to the very
Touch of a hand.

I never quite understand,
The world my subconscious
Brings me to.
A world where things I never
Imagined
Become reality.

A world that no one else
Can ever seem
To understand.

No one else can seem to find
Such strangeness
Behind their own eyes.
As if their imagination has simply
Vanished, leaving nothing for them
But vacant darkness,
Much like that of
My daydreams.

What a pity,
To not be able to see
This other world.
To feel as though you're
In a movie...
Part of a strange script
That only you
Could write.

I enjoy my dreams,
For they are as much
A part of me
As my beating heart.
They define me.
Make me who I am.

I enjoy that they are
Unique, as some
Might say.
Though, as I have known
For quite some time,
I am bizarre!

So might it be
That such strange dreams
Are merely representing
Me?