From a Dream
How does one awaken from a dream,
consciousness becoming clearer and in tune?
dispel lingering threads of misty scenes,
enchantments vaguely spun by light of moon?
How to transition from dim nebulous forms,
that seemed more real than duties of the day?
They linger there to be unraveled, shorn,
of obscurity, lest they subtly slide away.
From the enchantment or the horrible plight,
arduous to elated mood they range,
traveling, gradually slipping from our sight,
the impressions effect their minor change.
Now reality becomes what we perceive
of the tangible now seen and heard.
Is waking just taking what we receive,
leaving inventions of image and of word?
©07/13/2012 Carol Morfitt Welch