Psychology of Color

15 November 2022

Ohhh dreams, dreams, dreams. Nightly, my dreams are so vivid…sometimes they carry meaning, moral, heft. Other times, perhaps they force me to face unfelt emotions. Infrequently, they are simply entertaining. Always, however, they’re nonsensical – so that whatever purport they impose must be deciphered, a process involving much speculation and no concrete conviction.

I love them, though, no matter what, and write them down when I can.

The one about which this poem was written, from a few nights ago, was a doozy, but I’ll keep it close to my heart because with the grief and sadness it imparted, it also carried love and history and fond memories.

Embrace your dreams, friends.

~meg