The Vault of Dreams

 

Subliminal moments flutter past

Shadowy faces forgotten or lost

Emerge to live anew in our darkest view

This we unnaturally self imbue

Passive observers we partly engage

In a place with others on a stage

Time has no domain in this dimension

We are subject to another retention

The natural elements seem remote

As we sail about without a stroke

It is unreal and unrehearsed

Not warned of or directed but guided

With no land in sight or even grounded

Dreams, dreams in the chaos of the night

Where we wander about out of sight

Fantasies and fears collide in confusion

For everything experienced is an illusion