Dream Interpretation

A string of thought,

A scribble and a sketch.

That’s all I’ve got,

A mellow voice my sleeping senses scratch.

In a dream world am I caught,

And let rationale dispatch.

Long term labors fought,

Purest passions such pleasures fantastical fetch.

Every night that presence sought.

As I put down latch.

Out to explore how love sprout,

Without a match.

Scared of silence my inners shout,

Afraid of my own touch.

Yet my heart’s all out,

Searching that spirit to clutch.