My dreams offer no true sleep, no respite
for they are borne of passion and thought
suppressed in consciousness.
In dreams I see vividly—
blues like the sea in summer
and reds the color of warm, gushing blood.
And feeling is heightened, when I
shiver in the biting cold of a snowstorm
and melt in the fire of a lover’s kiss.
My dreams offer no true rest, no calm
for I, human, am turbulent by nature,
though my body performs in calm spirit.
Ideas and thoughts and emotions
all spin, like hurricanes and storms,
and wound and tear like gunshots at night.
