I wrote this in November but I reproduce it as it relates to my post about Dreams
This photo is by Mike Flemming 2020 copyright
Enlightened by the feel of soft sunbeams
Knowing it is stronger to sit still
The entrance opens to the hall of dreams
The eye grows wide. our vision limpid leans
Until our reverie has got its fill
The mind’s intentions and its wandering schemes
Warnings come in nightmares, how to heed?
The pain grows stronger like a workman’s drill
The pathway leads to far more fearsome dreams
Are we puppets strangling on our leads?
Who ‘s the master, who must pay the bill,
Receive the mind’s intentions and its schemes?
High and low let interact and tell
How to find our way and what to kill
The entrance opens to world of dreams
The mind’s intentions, its mutating schemes