Dreams contain my fury.

Teams of wild horses,

nostrils flaring, charge

toward me in sprays of

white snow.

Or perhaps you know,

I contain my fury

in my dreams.

Could be so!

Also the love,

soft and peaceful,

fluttering in the wings

of an angel above.

Dreams seem to highlight

the details we often fight.

They show the truth, symbolically yet clear,

within a power able to

zoom in on the breath

of a smile,

in seconds,

from a mile.

Dreams can show the conscience

what our spirit is capable of.

Why is it we so seldom listen,

as if only what we can control with our minds

is worth our regard?

For the wisdom of our world would expand,

deepen and soar,

if we knew and cared more

for the message our dreams stand for.

© Sara Smerdon