I often feel I should not speak,
Of dreams I oft’ have dreamt.
For bitter stories can they leak,
Stirring up much contempt,
And isn’t need irrelevant?
Though longing, long in silence,
For expressioned visions.
A contemplated final sense,
To reasons that dreams run,
With same old things, never done.
K. Aldaya, 11/14/04
Picture: “Alone in the Dark”, Artist Unknown; http://dark.pozadia.org/wallpaper/Alone-in-the-Dark-1/