dreaming, almost

I laid pining for my thoughts to complete
When a dream was whispered in my ear.
A white angel of wishes slipped it there.
Into my soul her icy blue eyes peered.

‘Master of dreams!’ I cried with a sigh
‘why do you linger above my head?
What is your quest this night
as you float and flash above my bed?’

‘I come to unveil that which you conceal;
To expose eloquently your fears and dreams.
Truth is hidden in plots and places
Though they are not always what they seem.’

‘Oh please do not disturb mournful thoughts
not those which haunt my mind
with faded screens, feelings, conversations ~
Nicer, clearer memories please find.’
ismene 4/97, unfinished

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