Dreams are personal fantasies <br /> Neither plotted nor designed, <br /> Surrounded by muted mysteries <br /> Of the sleeping mind. <br /> It is often opted to forget <br /> This panorama of the brain. <br /> To remember may cause regret <br /> Of imagery difficult to explain. <br /> Who can recall the reverie <br /> When sleep becomes awake <br /> And all surreal imagery <br /> Is lost in coming daybreak. <br /> Then once again comes night <br /> And time anew to scheme, <br /> And translate imaginary sight <br /> Into the illusory dream. <br /> This cycle is repeated <br /> Nocturnally during sleep; <br /> The memory oft deleted <br /> Of the secrets that we keep.<br /><br />Jane Secor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-37/
