Brightly Like The Sun They Pierce The Night, Haunting
Spectres Of Life's Illuminations
Bringing 2 Life The Imagination Of All
Disturbing, Sometimes Frightening
Sometimes Elating, But Always There, Deep
Some Remembered Far 2 Many Forgotten
Yet Somehow A Trace Is Left
A Iota Of A Idea Not Quite Grasped
It’s In Our Consciousness Whilst Not Quite Visible
And Yet We Continue 2 Do The Same
Some Will Say We Do This Even Accompanied By Day Light
Some Say Every Night, We Don't Plan It
Yet It Happens
Of What Do I Speak?
I Speak The Language Of Dreams, Subconscious Images
Unplanned And Many Unanswered ...