we never know, really
what dreams will fill us
we turn off the light
close our eyes, and
the rest is left to our pillow
always dreams growing, under
the cover of so many masks
so many faraway places, thundering
in the background, waiting
for lightning to strike, and free us
some, full length movies, playing
over and over and over again
others, tantalizing clips, whetting
our appetites for more–
more than we can imagine
our dreams free us, if we allow them
to fill places inside us not yet born
as faint outlines they emerge
some ghosts, but most reminders
of what we’ve forgotten
Poetic Alchemist 
Floots: Thanks. Yeah, I think the last stanza makes the poem. Funny how we need a solid close in poetry. As so many famous poets have said, when they start a poem, they rarely know how it will end. Each poem a journey. Each is doscovery, as Robert Frost said so well.
Andrew: Thanks. I like it as well. I have been working in the area of myth and symbols and masks are powerful accomplices to myths. Of course, Carl Jung talks a great deal about masks in his archteypal psychology.
i like this don
that final stanza is especially powerful
thank you
“the cover of so many masks”
That line is brilliant!
Thanks Dan.
Polona: Thanks. I believe the same.
i believe dreams can be powerful messengers
thank you, don.
Okay!
Jel: Good morning. Hope you are well.
Morning Don!