Does everyone dream the same

Does everyone dream the same

Do you wander

where I wander,

when the night

closes in.

Do lost faces return,

do forgotten voices call,

do rivers of colour

sweep through your mind.

Some dream of falling,

some dream of fire,

some wake in tears

without a reason.

Is sleep a mirror,

a secret door,

to what we hide,

to what we crave.

Do our dreams connect,

unseen and silent,

do we share a sea,

though on different shores.

Or is each dream

its own world,

a map drawn private,

a place no one shares.

Perhaps the answer

is both at once,

different paths

under one dark sky.

Dreams may scatter,

dreams may bind,

they carry the soul,

they carry the mind.

When the night returns,

we fall again,

into secret kingdoms,

that vanish by dawn.