Images

At the edge of reverie and dream
In the dusk or dawn, the edge of life
We catch sight of images sublime

The fantasies, the daydreams, how they seem
Elusive yet eternal in their strife
At the edge of reverie and dream

Are they wishes we’re too scared to claim
Part of our own self, defensive, shy!
We catch sight of images maligned.

Prophecies of futures not yet seen
They tell a truth as they flow swiftly by
At the edge of reverie and dream

Life at these dusk times is slow and green
Aversive to the tempo of new times
We catch sight of images that stream

Can a writer catch this theme in rhymes;
Write it down in short and telling lines?
At the edge of reverie and dream
We fish up pictures from this image stream