A Mystery to strong to deny
Can't shake it no matter how hard I try
It will always be close to me at night
when in dreams I take my flight
Last night I woke up from a dream
to a presense, a whirl of colors it seemed
Reaching out for me to take hold of my brain
to make the dreams of you remain
It frightened me so I had to turn on the light
still the presense shone at me bright
I recognized curiousity in its swirling dance
as I studied it under a spell as in trance
It was almost as if it was there because I asked it to be
but then it drew away and soon it was nowhere to see
I pleaded for it to come back so I could figure out
what on earth it was doing and what its all about
I've been thinking about it since then
I know all it has to do is say when
I'll be right there and I will never again fear
it's bright burning colors reaching out for me
it's too much of a mystery to deny you see
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you should direct the "whirl of colours" (must be that blind-bat fella I diagnosed in my last comment on your "YOU-filled" poems) to you know where... since as you say later he is rolled in "bright colours" later, maybe it's YOU. who needs to get your glasses checked for "specs" which don't permit distinguishing between "a whirl of colours" and "bright burning colours"??? The only solution (this analysis is costing you a pretty penny already) is to go get the GUY and see whether he's worth dreaming about!!! If he proves to be all throat and no juice, don't worry, you can always fall back on a certain Randy Ronnie who has quarts and quarts to spare for anyone
in want of di-mystifying of dreams!!! Don't pay me yet; the Income Tax sharks right now are casting their icicle nets. Best Liz-Lady. Sleep tight. TW
I read somewhere once that only women dream in color. That may be true for me, but I see people upon half awake in full-color clothes.
Actually, something trying to take away one's brain is quite scary.
Ron