First “serious” poem. What the hell are dreams about? I woke up and wrote this. Let me know what you think!
Where do we go when we sleep?
To far away places?
Who do we meet?
In ever moving realms
Strangers who we’ll never see
On shifting moving ground
Spectrums of colours
Dream..land, seen by all…and none
Family come back with a smile
And point the road ahead
With broken hills that make no sense
Walk down old streets in dusty boots
To find my way home
Where do YOU go when you sleep?