The Watcher

Disappearing into our dreams

We can’t hold onto their changing themes

In every scene, a new person appears

Who’s watching when that light disappears?

Reality is not a part-time affair

While we sleep, the watcher is still there

If only we could connect with the watcher’s sight

Even the darkest night will appear full of light

Dreams may fall apart like brittle paper

Rain-checked joy disappearing like vapor

The watcher remains unmoved, seeing it all

Remaining well hidden, a feat that isn’t small

Dreams are used as a hedge against the darkness

The world demands we dream, or we’re accused of ignorance

The watcher within, neither elected nor a dictatorial leader

Prefers to remain the anonymous mind reader