Night Time Prophets

Your dreams last night were dark,
thick with betrayal and lies,
steeped in an atmosphere
that would make horror movies proud.

You are not one to have such dreams. No,
your nights are filled with sunlight and color,
passion and promise so vivid
they color your days, and so

you wonder why this sudden invasion of your sleep,
what is happening, and where? What
does the mind beneath your consciousness
see that you cannot.

For you have ignored these night time prophets before,
and always discovered that this undermind somehow
knows things
you do not.

About this poem

I don’t even pretend to understand it, but I do know, from my own experience, that often our subconscious picks up on things we miss. Which is why, in my fifties, I finally learned to listen to it, It may be maddeningly vague, but in it’s way, it is telling me something important.