You were in my dream today,
I’m not quite sure what you came to say.
You seemed to be friend not a foe,
And all seemed well this is all I know.
My heart is made of paper glass,
All who enter I must judge fast.
I wonder what you came to find,
As you visited this dream inside my mind.
Did you come with message clear,
Something important that I should hear?
I tried to listen but was unaware,
Of why you were here just standing there.
Perhaps my subconscious mind knows best,
It will house it all close to its chest.
For when it’s time for me to see,
What you came to say will be set free.
Written for my friend John Reh
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