The Eyes Of Dream

Through unfocussed Eyes of Dream

Flow images. A lazy stream

Meandering, perhaps to find

A pathway back into your mind.

These pictures, seldom ever shown,

Are glimpses of a world unknown.

Projected, like a silver beam,

Through soft, unfocussed Eyes of Dream.


Through unfocussed Eyes of Dream,

How seldom things are what they seem.

Unbounded, they are free to take

A deeper form than when we wake.

Confounding us with truth that twists

Into unending, formless mists.

The mysteries that lie between

The soft, unfocussed Eyes of Dream.


Eyes can break the light of day

Into fine, prismatic spray.

For, after all's been done and said,

The rainbow ends above your head.


A Matter Of Choice

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