In Dreams 5

In dreams, I move like a ghost between worlds. In dreams, I am young again: striding through The corridors of knowledge; the hallways Of the imagination: desperately Searching for answers to burning questions; Looking for meditative remedies; Clutching at crucifixes & candles; Scattering flowers in hazy summer. In dreams, I perceive the bright sun of joy And the pale moon of madness & sadness. In dreams my former self is enraptured By the sheer beauty of the seasons. I'm looking through fresh eyes that were once mine. And despite brief liaisons it seems that, I never really did get to explore The endless labyrinth's of another's soul.