Dreams Waking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Oracular dreams stay with me until they turn into reality - as they come true for me.
Turning life around with a sleeping daze, suddenly life becomes what it's dreamed.
Arranged in living color, volume turned up, harmony being taken into my spirit as I go deeper into myself, no longer waiting for another person to return.
Knowing there's nothing I can do to help, is frustrating, hurtful, abusive, yet, that is the way of life as we know it on earth.