They went, they came <br />The clouds, the rain, <br />Visions in sleep <br />Of places deep, <br />The rooster crows <br />And off it goes, <br />With light of day <br />It all washes away. <br /> <br />More and more the mystic <br />Is a mind willing to seek, <br />For Mystery resides <br />So much on the inside, <br />Close, yet so far <br />The song of sun, moon and star, <br />In quiet moments of the night <br />A light comes shinning bright, <br />Like rays of the sun <br />Peeking through when storm is done. <br /> <br />Of what fabric are these scenes woven <br />And how amongst the many for me are they choosen? , <br />Some so bright <br />Others, dark as the middle of night, <br />On and on they come... and they go <br />For what all reason, I may never know.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-dreams-6/
