The Color of My Skin

Have you ever dreamed? And wished you hadn't? Then awakened, sweat drenched? To find you were not sure what was a dream and what was not? Then thought about the dreaming symbols? Perhaps, messages for your daytime life? Or wondered if your nodding thoughts were messages from the great beyond? Were messages that after death will yet carry on? If you can still but wonder, then come along and wander in my Knightly Tale. Did I dream each passing scene? Or, was it told, through me, by a muse not mine? Know that in dreaming, That if time could bend, And stretch, Grow fat and thin, Then one would no longer wonder - Where I've been, Or, what I am. Enjoy the dream. Daniel C. Sullivan