Dreams are my Inspiration in Writing... I would like to think of it as a gift from God
You think about them every time you see them.
You view them as guiding form of light…
Like dream whispers in a mighty chasm,
Their lives flicker through the ebon night.
A perfect miracle of nature;
They even nurture second sight…
A mystery, a marvel, and a beacon,
That guides you through the darkness
of your fright.
They point you to another realm of seeing,
as you ponder the enigma of their being;
A metaphor of your growing hunger,
That draws you onward to the shining light.
Like the subtle thoughts of a conjured lover;
but driven by a knowing, growing lust…
You chase them through the final days of Summer;
You follow them unto the dusty dusk.
…I started writing this poem three times in my dream… Before I actually woke up and wrote it in life…