I don't consider myself very poetical, but I'll give it a go.
I've been dreaming a lot lately, and for the life of me I can't make head nor tail of many of these dreams. It's a mystery. But I'm sure there's some reason behind them, I have to believe that as it's the way I was trained.
So walking around Tamar Lake this morning under a fine sunny Autumn sky I came up with this:
DREAMS
How I wish that I understood dreams
An alternative world, so it seems
With no physical laws,
Where effect precedes cause
And chaos rides out on Moonbeams.
The familiar places are there,
But in shadows, stark, truly bare.
Though I know where to go,
On arriving, not so !
As the streets that I knew, just don't care.
There's the dream of the long endless quest,
Where you search for an age, without rest.
There's no target in sight,
Just a landscape of blight.
Could it be just some infinite jest ?
There's the dream that has laughter and fear,
And joy mixed with danger, always near.
Filled with sunshine and light
Or a dark shriek filled night
The meaning of both never clear.
And then you awake with a cry,
As some darkness cracked open the sky
As you lay back in bed,
Glad you're not dead
You wonder: 'What was that ? ... and why ?'