Llewellyn Berry
Dreams
Posted on February 12, 2011by Llewellyn Berry
Dreams are whispers stepping through doors
Unlocked when sleep seems likely
But unrest rules the night and
Plays and songs and verse and madness
Peek into corners
Reserved for quiet moments
And other mutterings
When no one sees you.
Whispers are quiet dreams stumbling over intentions
Pausing in the night
Wondering if truth really belongs there,
Faithful to the tale , honest to the whisper
Played in familiar, phantom notes
Dreaming, and whispering
Riding the wind of night tales with
Murmurs of delight.
Dreams are poachers of reality that whisper and lie
Cloaked in familiarity, lost
In twilight’s mist
Listening for voices.
A Foggy Dreamy Night
Catholic University’s Campus
Across from the John Paul II Center
Washington, DC
1984