dark mirror

The withdrawn reality of my dull waking vision cries, as it pales to the infinite array of colorful hues perceived in the vast landscapes of my dreaming life.

Drifting, sliding, among subconscious mirrors viewing thoughts not thought and memories not remembered in my conscious awareness.

Spying upon self while my eyes remain closed; I see without vision and feel without touch, to trap my mind within itself, a feat only accomplished in the bright darkness.

I stand, and view the dreaming awoken, wondering why in this painted dreamscape I claim no shadow, lightning strikes, sudden knowledge occurs, I am the shadow.