Into My Memory

Into my memory
As if for some unforeseen self imposed destiny
Over which I hold no power
I dream of time where I cannot control my movements
By the minutes of the hour
And in the fantasy where nothing is quite real
It is not quite unreal neither
I drift though this silent world
With an uncaring kind of awareness
But in this drifting I seem to receive so little
And give up even less
Faces pass across the celluloid of my mind
As if it
were a silken screen
And having recognized each one
They pass on to all intents unseen
Familiar images fill such unexpected roles
The appear to be enjoined
And they throw me off the weirdest tracks
On which my dreams have powers
To bring to life the dead
While through the slumber those deceased
Can say all that was unsaid
A dream is a place where the unattainable
Can always be attained
For where although nothing Is ever lost
Nothing is ever gained
With adventures that were never real
They will still be part of me
And so when daylight causes me to wake
Dreams fade into my memory