Who believes dreams have meaning?
I...
Do you?

Eyes closed,
A monotone black encroached my vision.
The realities of time faded.

Movement occurs,
Her flowing hair leaves me dazzled.
It looks green... My mistake,
Brown.

Senses out of tune,
Like a camera lens not focusing.
Two objects make contact,
Translucent blue eyes.

It's becoming clear,
Drawing my attention like the sun in the sky,
Drawn too long causes my eyes to see...
A color wheel of multiples,
Her skin is the focal point of white.

Blinking wildly,
Her beauty like the tumultuous waters,
Sailing would cause my heart to sink...
A bygone love at the bottom of the sea,
I know her.

Cut short,
Like the umbilical cord of a newborn,
Not remembering a single moment in the luxury of darkness...
Why must her image resurface now?

Day in and out,
A dream is but a fabrication of distant memories,
Chances of seconds never come...
Who said dreams have meaning?

Ring to ring,
The door of commerce opening,
Usually a jingle of complacency...
She makes it an abnormality.

Not forgotten,
She who was in my dream,
Her presence the unwavering full moon...
Even it becomes new.

Unfamiliar cry,
He who was not in my dream,
A future that has already been made present...
The child in her arms.

Dreams and meaning,
To me she was only idealized in frozen time,
Like a favorite book left for dust on the shelf...
Picked up again I don't even recognize it.

What was the purpose of that dream?
Of the woman I never had an inkling of hope,
To win nor know...
Fate must love to make a heart wrench and make the guiltless feel guilty.
I guess dreams don't have meaning.
© Kamen1