Life is but a dream,
Close your eyes and see.
Behind my eyelids I would see the whole vast beautiful Universe, as if electric.
It was True, the Universe itself was a dream, and I was The Dreamer.
This was my Dream.

So caught up with the noises in my head, unsteady , confused,
Perhaps lost in the dream because I lost the dream in the Dream.

For a minute there they got me.
Talk about forgetting the dream and going in oblivion.

But dreams are always dreams,
a funny touch of Magical events and shifts that will always catch your attention.

Question; was I naive enough to tell myself I was being delusional or a dreamer enough to hear the dream calling out my name?

I forgot the dream, but I created the dream, so the dream was mine and would always be Mine.
I forgot the dream, but the dream remembered me, for it was destined to be mine.

I forgot myself, lost myself...
The dream found me and reminded me of myself...

Because I was not only the Dreamer,
I was The Dream.
And I was made to Dream.
Because I am the Dreamer's Dream.

Life is a Dream.
Perhaps that makes me Life.

Because I'm very much awake in this Dream, Dreaming to keep the Dream alive.
© Jupiter Zeus Windsor