They Never Know Unless I Write Poem by Wes Thompson

This is very deep, Wes. It says a lot in just a few lines. To me this is about what we dream. The kaleidoscope of colors that appear in some of our dreams, changing and rearranging themselves constantly. We are sleeping when we consciously do not know we are breathing. Together the kaleidoscope and our breathing create a rhythm that we call sleep. Thank you sor sharing, Wes Love & hugs, Barbara