Dreams

The thought that you don’t share my dreams

is the only thought that keeps me sane...

The thought that we might both have dreamed the same dream

yet never spoken of it ....  that would drag my thoughts to madness.

 The solitary wanderer paces inside his fortress walls

listening to his own words

thinking his thoughts ...

thoughts of what others are thinking

Searching for any opening in the wall ....

seeking to find any hole

to block the opening

Yet hoping that someone will find their way in ...

some one with a gentle touch

some one with gentle understanding.

Those outside the walls

Don’t even know the wall is there.

The wall they see

they think is me

Yet I know the me that I feel

the me that is real

©  Ian Croft 4 June 1995