Poem: Dreams

When I close my eyes, magic appears

That of my hopes, and also my fears

Some are like cheerleaders, minus the cheers.

Some, a quick synopsis of my darkest, most painful years

Dreams show me signs, some of a vivid imagination

where I can navigate a path, realitiy or some wild creation

I want understanding, yet I feel time is wasting

wasting on time, not on fascination

I see glimpses of who I used to be

that of a family man, walking toward a destiny

but now, they are random, not a true extension I see

yet, I can't seem to understand what these dreams are saying of me

Highs, lows, peaks, and valleys, but I wonder what my subconscience means

am I compassionate, free, and understanding...or a shell of a man, contempt to be

I don't know, answers seem to escape me, but dreams of happiness never flee

Reflective pool, are these dreams, that I know for a fact, as I smile with glee

But what about the scares, that wake me out of mydreams

are they still scares, without the company of screams

or...what if its a sequence out of a movie scene

that I happened to witness before I did, the pillow, lean

Who knows, but my dreams are mine alone, to understand

the definition of miscommunication, played by my own sandman

Maybe this is a prelude to my talent and unwritten plans

Or maybe, I'm a lone player, in search of a number one fan

Dwayne L.