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Dreams are memories we share with the night.
Some can bring us comfort and others bring fright.

Things we have seen while paying little attention
Now in our minds, hanging in suspension.

Can we put thoughts together making some sense?
Or is there a wall between or even a fence?

A wall will leave blanks when we wonder why?
Or looking through a fence, some senses reply.

With some feelings we never knew that we had
From deep within our soul, our dreams are clad.

Sometimes our imagination runs amok,
And into a scary scene we become stuck.

The moon has risen and once comes the sun
When we awake and our dreams are all done.

© Copyright 1999.08.01 by Jean E. Gorney