Theater of dreams,
are you entertainment,
or is there some moral I should absorb?
So many characters to this play,
and I am not always the star.
I often wonder,
How many people of dreams,
could I find real faces for in the world?
Could each minds-eye minion
correspond to real flesh?
Sometimes I wish it were true,
I find someone I care so much about,
only to wake with an ache of loss.
Sometimes I pray it isn't,
dream stalkers whispering covert threats.
People I care about with twisted ideas,
strange situations
leading to incomprehensable dialogue.
What can my dreamland hold in store,
I never know,
it's always a surprise,
but, for good or ill,
I'll always bravely venture
back into that uncharted realm.
My curiosity it seems,
would rival that of any cat,
and what more curious a place could I wander,
than my own deep-hidden mind.

Deep and good write! (((CP)))