Dreams

Dreams.
Fragile as the thin encasement of a hummingbird’s egg soft against morning’s dew,
Yet equally as intense as a wild raging river, deep in a jungle’s heart.
A level of being in which the astounding mind conjures a complex artificial reality. It is glorious performance of light and sound…
Of fear and deprivation…
Of love and fulfillment…
Of choice and control…
Arising from smoldering ashes of a sleeping mind,
It is a fiery formula of subconscious experience.
It is held prisoner behind fluttering eyelids who battle fruitlessly against the heavy blanket of night.