A Dream

a poem

So dreams the restless mind to stillness

While fearing the wretched ends

And therefore fearing the sleep

Needed to facilitate the dream

Finally succumbing to night’s depths

Pushing ahead through murky waters

Eyes finally closed to waking worries

Manifesting in fitful slumber

Wandering endlessly through unseen ends

Then winding corners inside buildings

Familiars and strangers together recline

Talking without thought or purpose

Some faces friendly to which I connected

But in what way, it was not apparent

All excitement, as if a reunion?

With no resolution or explanation

When I I was ready for home

I had forgotten my arrival

Wanting only to find the familiar thread

Through present and past intertwining

I awoke fearful to find no meaning

Unable to remove the masks

Worn in the archetypes’ masquerade

Hinting at the need for connection

I decided to trust the unconscious

A river meandering into slough

Merging then with deeper waters

Where I face leviathans, but live

Now, I no longer fear the quiet night

Knowing the dream will guide me

Where purpose diverges from the main path

A spur that leads to views unmapped