What Is This About? Poem by Trevor Schulte

You consume my thoughts each night,
giving me pleasure or fright.
The hope you give me is temporary,
just like the fears.
You either leave me in joy,
or in a flood of tears.
The past comes through you,
to respark my memory.
To reignite my life,
only contemporary.
You rest during the day
and expand when the light fades.
Your essence is shaped by experience
and is not carefully made.
I now close my eyes,
and wait for your surprise.