In Dreams

In dreams there are no shadows
only daylight and everything is

There are no questions in dreams
no need for asking
all is seen

Reality is clothed in shadow
a questioning of how this is
how did it start
is there blame to blame

A no not said
clouds pass over

Light flickers bright, dull, bright
darkness creeps
questions clothed in shadow

In the darkness
hiding in daytime
but it is truly night

Questions dim our eyes
dull our hands and mouths
cannot speak, cannot fight
in dreams truth is fully known
no need to explain even to ask

whilst within the dream
no need for waking
all is seen

Published in The Lark

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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