Dreams live within our sleeping hours
touching our waking time
some slightly caressing
barely touching
while others create undulating pain
creating harbingers of fear
of longing and want
all innately attached to spirits
woven tightly inside our souls
like tiny invisible creatures
tugging and pulling
this way
and that
whispering changes in our ears
then shouting in our faces
when we refuse to hear
leveling the playing ground
like a bulldozer
passing through
for change always prevails
beginning as a dream
touching our skin
like a wisp of breeze
© February 2019 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
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