vivid dreams
with color schemes
mostly primary, never pastel
no two are the same
the pretense may change
some so personal, never to tell
to come and to go
though i never may know
how often or in what amount
slight deviations
and open interpretations
of what each is truly about
vivid dreams
several themes
welcome visitors in the night
open eyes i see
a day to be free
no more with the illness to fight
Author's Notes/Comments:
When I do not dream, bad things happen for me. I have bi-polar disorder, and when I do not fully sleep, (that is, sleep so deep to dream) I get ill, bombarded by anxiety attacks so fierce it is dangerous for me to even drive. Lately, though, I find myself dreaming pretty consistantly, even though it doesn't feel like I'm sleeping all that well. They are always the most vivid, long, and difficult to interpret dreams, and yet they appear to be saving my sanity, so I welcome them with open arms.
this poem
sonds tight