Do you dream at night
In never ending delight
Or do they make you live again
Your worst moments to defend
Are they in black and light
Or in technicolor shades just right
Do you see people who have passed
To speak with them again at last
Is it all out of your control
As they go on in a roll
Each night they seem scripted
Although others are encrypted.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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