UNSCRIPTED DREAMS

Night holds the terror,

Of unscripted dreams.

Confusion and delusion,

Where nothing is as it seems.

Unscripted dreams,

Hidden from sight.

Unscripted dreams,

That rule my night.

Dreams have their own life,

They do not refrain.

Searching for answers,

To that which I cannot explain.

My consciousness is awakened,

By the brightest light.

Freed from the shackles,

Of my darkest night.

I awaken to the mystery,

Of dreams that disappear.

As the images are fading,

Their echoes I still hear.

Dreams are a window to the soul,

Though I’m not sure what that means.

Still, I’ll sleep at the altar,

Of unscripted dreams.

Michael D. Schafer

© October 7, 2012