Dreams

Dreams are such an elusive fantasy

no matter how hard we try

to relate to them to others

they elude us as soon as we wake

why?

some are so astounding

in how realistic they seem

it's difficult to separate them from reality

when we wake and try our best

to relate them to our loved ones

we all have more difficulty than others

I imagine... but as for this old geezer

they seem to have invaded my sleep

more dramatically in my waning years

I wonder if I'm unique or is this

a normal progression of the human mind

assuming studies have been done on the subject

at times they're joyous but more time than not

it's just as well they're forgotten

but in spite of that

we individually either suffer or receive

great enjoyment from them

personally I would prefer to have relief

from these sometimes disturbing apparitions