If dreams be told

In my dreams
I intuit
lives unspoken
realms of deeper meanings
whatever could
a narrator without a body
to fixate on endings
out of fear

In my dreams
I’m birthing imagery
impressions, withhold expressions
a sense of aliveness
rooted in the expansion
of universal consciousness

In my dreams
Some silent foreseer
takes hold of ripening fruits
germinating seeds
inquisitive inner beasts
and the oceans immense capacity
to ride any emotional wave
mirroring the depths of unconscious feeling
if truth be told
our everyday grave

Dreams beg for attention
a weary feeling we’ve baptized
tiredness
a daily dread, lack of life’s energy
a silent longing for sweet affection
a fine-tuning into the inner
the moment all our supposed knowing
dissolves into a sober sixth sense
a quick sharpening of the psychic lens

My dreams
right before I fall asleep
I’m thirsting for the transition
of
flat into deep