Dreams Poem by Matt Teaford

When up in your bed,
And fast asleep,
What goes through your head,
After the sheep..?

Of some darkest fears,
Or deepest need?
What brings you to tears,
Or calling creed?

The one that you love,
Or one you hate?
What may be above,
Or dying fate?

A future to come,
Or horrors passed?
A funeral drum,
At dying mass?

Whatever you dream...
Whatever you find...
Things aren't as they seem,
Inside your mind.