Dreams

Dreams

He dreams to wake, and knows his dreams are real
He senses truth in what he cannot face
He survives by knowing what he has to feel

We learn by sensing. Are lion’s hearts made of steel?
He feels the heart pounding from place to place
He dreams to wake and knows his dreams are real

At night ancestral voices call from mists surreal.
Wake up, Wake up! His pulse begins to race
He lives by knowing what he has to feel

Afraid to face what morning light must reveal
A dark secret that illumines his disgrace
He dreams to wake, and knows his dreams are real

Exposed, a guilty conscience cannot conceal
Furtive sins, like smoke without a trace
One lives by knowing what one has to feel

This dreaming keeps us safe, a mind’s seal.
What hides away is near. A covert embrace
We dream to wake, and know our dreams are real
We survive by knowing what we have to feel