The next thing seen in color,
is it truly real?
after all the shadows rise
and the dark is all you feel?
a plane of not-quite silence,
like the voice heard in our mind
a wisper of our subconscious
is not so hard to find.
And yet despite the stillness
of the atmosphere around
Within our different Dreamscapes,
a whole new world abounds.
Some of us see nightmares,
Of fear and anxiety,
Our demons lie in waiting
in a place only we see
Some of us see stories
Creativity unwritten
the secondary life where we
Make legacies in our dreams
Yet in this place of suspended time
And possibility so true,
There are some very special ones
who number very few
these known as the Lucid ones
whom bend reality to their will,
walk among their kingdom
with a masterpiece to unveil.
