Original Works: The Shadows Behind the Reality

April 1994

The night it seems, comes too fast, and too soon,
As the sun creeps down the walls of the room.

The day to a close, and then you can see:
The shadows behind the reality.

Events played back, like a film in rewind.
Remembering the bad and also the kind.

Images swirl and then twist and then turn.
What really happened - Ideas that burn.

Your subconscious joys at making you see:
The shadows behind the reality.

Statements that had seemed quite odd at the time,
Now make perfect sense with reason and rhyme.

People, and places, confusion at play,
All fall into place at the end of the day.

Jumbled are sorted, your mind is set free
To see what was not, as plain as could be.

Pieces of puzzles mixed up in one box.
Sorting the laundry with all kinds of socks.

Our dreams show us what our eyes cannot see:
The shadows behind the reality.