Complex And Complexities Poem by shimon weinroth

alone with my dreams,
uncensored,
they fly to all extremities
galloping unbridled, unhampered

at the doorsteps of my memories
reviving impessions
that whisper, speak and urge

sensations, feelings and senses
that seek to know,
why, there are wars
struggle fierce and bitter

the dreamers of my cosmos, cry harmony
color the scenes, with blood fuschia, crimson red,
burgandy wine, springs spouting founts
fountains freely flow

the unison called harmony, fears repel
love attracts and music comforts
there are smooth surfaces
roads direct, express trains to understanding

yet in my dream world, left at the shores
of the inexplicable, confounded
more than before by
strains and music of reality,

sing it is more complex,
than you think
have patience,
with my illusions

the best is yet to come