Mystery In Dreams Poem by Paula Glynn

Dreams are a mystery: I do not know where they come from,
I just hope not from a scary place,
I do dream of grass and fields,
And using my acrobatic skills as a shield,
For many a war has been waged in dreams,
Where people are like characters from movies,
Violent, angry, wild and mean,
But I flip through the air and land on my feet,
Knowing the sword I draw will cut like meat,
For no character is safe from me in these dreams,
And I no longer wake up with a scream,
For I am the author, the producer and the director,
I am the one who decides the stories:
And the ending,
But then I wake up and see real daylight,
Thinking about my strange and bizarre dreams,
That seemed to play on like a movie scene,
Where a woman played an African queen,
Who chopped off a man's head and laughed,
And I was her daughter, her princess,
Who didn't feel shocked and didn't gasp,
For I was not the traitor, I was not the enemy,
And as I explore the fields of tomorrow's dreams,
I will dream and dream and fade away,
Leaving nothing except a memory of those fading images.