You talk in your sleep
about things I do not understand.
And when I ask you the next morning
what it is you dream at night
you tell me you do not remember,
it is nothing of any importance.
Yet each night I listen absorbed
as the secret world of your dreams unfurl
and I feel myself slipping
inside fragments of you.
Pieces of your soul awakened,
broken and vulnerable to my touch.
Imagine living two lives..
One in which we’re awake,
the other of our dreams –
And not being able to connect the two?
Quite the conundrum.
Thanks for sharing this one.
You’ve got me thinking.
Well done, my friend!
If your writing gets someone thinking, then you know you are on the right track! Thanks for your comments, as always they are very much appreciated.
what an interesting point of view…trying to recreate a dream world. kind of like a psychic voyeur…
Yeah, something like that!