My Dreams

Countless visions I've beheld

through foggy curtains and misty veils.

Well known friends, and strangers too,

all seen through the eyes of a dream.

 

Foreign lands, my own back yard,

distant memories of travels afar,

subconscious worlds of darkness and light,

all seen through the eyes of a dream.

 

Youthful days of times gone by,

days which the sun has not yet seen,

distant times that are only a moment away,

all seen through the eyes of a dream.

 

How I marvel at sites I've seen,

perplexing signs and simple scene,

tiny pieces of myself unfold,

all seen through the eyes of a dream.

Copyright  January 26, 1998

Paul Allen Rice