My dreams come in colors now, <br />All painted vividly in my dreams to see. <br /> <br />There are reds, yellows, and blues, <br />Like none that on earth would I'd ever see. <br /> <br />They take all night for their colors to become, <br />All forming a picture of a daily moment reborn. <br /> <br />Where do dreams come from? <br />And where do they go? <br />Some I remember so clearly, <br />And the others, ' I don't know? ' <br /> <br />I sometimes write them down, <br />As soon as I arrise. <br />And other times I can't remember, <br />Those dreams in mind that hide. <br /> <br />But their colors I will clearly remember, <br />As if I painted one and all. <br /> <br />They take away the black and greys, <br />That might have been painted on dream walls. <br /> <br />They're colors of childhood monsters, <br />And of creatures that I feared. <br />But that was just sin inside, <br />In just its uglyness appeared. <br /> <br />For color is God's saving grace, <br />He has placed that in us all. <br />No more dreams of darkness to be seen <br />For there is God's color in them all!<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colored-dreams/
