dreams

night composes dreams
writes them from bits and pieces
of a limited and
fragmented existence,
leaving them at
neuronal junctions
criss-crossing space like
an unplanned city grid

some
remain elusive
when wee hours
disturb sleep
while others remain
as vivid as moon kissing
the darkened sky or
sun pulling itself
from a deep blue ocean

a few
speak soft
gentle words of love
into awaiting ears

some
stir deep
breathless desires
in a cauldron of lust

more
awake in sweat
straining vocal
chords with piercing
strangling screams

mine are
more, more
often than not.
at least the
ones that recur
anyway

*Will be back soon to catch up on reading. I struggle sometimes to be in this environment. Thank you, for supporting my simple words. I appreciate it. – SD

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