One of the best things to do is dream
The only place where being human does not really matter
Emotions get in the way
A place where words rarely matter…
Images run through my mind, of dreams gone by
Like faded memories
All of them with meaning
For me
Its own secret message
All so beautiful in its tainted thread
Building a web of secrets
Work in progress
A mind of its own
In reverence I stand back, amazed at the inner workings
Sending many a clear message
Trust in myself
Flows through my subconscious
Helps me believe
That in a dream it can be worked
In a peaceful sleep indeed
The First Word 