Dreams

Hello dear reader...it has been a while since I have posted a poem. The words simply have not been there. I hope that today's offering is worthy. I am proud of it as it really reflects what my dreams have been over the last little while. Enjoy the poem. 

Rod Kok

March 6, 2016

Dreams.

My dreams are technicolor,

brilliant hues

that do not

exist.

Undertones of red

swirl alongside

shades of grey,

creating a dance

forbidden by

rules of love.

Luminous oranges

unerringly mix

with pastels of truth,

thereby cementing

a brilliant tint

of passion.

What no one expected

was the earth tones blending,

coming out from their shadows

to paint their surroundings

with robust patterns

of peace.

Black stole the show,

giving a lusty feel

to a dream without

a coherent theme.

Then it faded.

My dream was

in technicolor,

but when interpretation

melded with reality,

I awoke.

And pretended those colors

never existed.