...Dreams... - Poem by Cate Ashlee
I often wonder the depths of what dreams can actually depict?
I wouldn't say that it is just a mere reflection of past events,
or of a circumstance soon to take place.
Could it be an interpretation of what people often say,
to be as an expression of unconscious mind?
A product of subliminal thinking maybe?
A creative projection of internal feelings?
Or perhaps, a structure of mental state?
DreAms...what are they made of?
Tell me...for they find me...in my peaceful period of rest,
it comes to me...once, twice...
I stopped counting as often as I wake up each glorious morning, wondering what dream occurred the night before,
or so...I find myself asking.
DreaMs? They're possibly not just dreams.
Perhaps there are more to it than just a mental phenomena,
or a heavenly leap of experience to some.
It can be bothering or appalling.
Could it possibly be an illustration of a truth held within?
A presentation of an unexpressed,
or a link to an unspoken spiritual accord?
DrEams...can make or break any given foreground,
or an action, a decision, be it in form of a foundation,
or a base to self-destruction.
Dreams...what are they really made of?
For its absence impelled me deeply even more.
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