Dreams

What I see at night in dreams
is often without any God touched gleam
or tinge of heavened happiness.
 
Nor is the fibrous substance of my visioning
the things I did throughout my day.
 
It’s often (more than not) a conjuring
of longing, heart wrenched thoughts about
the things that never happened in my life
that never came to me,
that is to say, they’re mostly
moving images of deprivations deep
and harrowing.
 
THAT’S what I have dreams about
when I have gone to sleep.
 
And I imagine this is so
for every other dreamer too.
 
To say it’s always steeped in something bright
shows one has little grasp
of what occurs in dreams at night
let alone what one is destined
to perceive or made to feel
if there is an afterlife.