Wakened and stirred by scents and sounds;
Mémoires of nocturnal scenes come with platters of sentiments,
Lucid Interactions, and divine apparitions .
Some say they don’t dream; Truly, they do.
One simply ceases to dwell upon them when waking.
Perhaps imagination left them, from the gloom and dregs of society.
Choose not to overlook one of life’s greater mysteries;
Open thy eye of terra firma,
Latch it to the ethereal and forever see.
Do not run from- but to that which seeks you.