In dreams I dreamed of dreams

Slept in a dream. Dreamed of a nice sleeping time.
How funny are the words placed inside my mind. My
fingertips scroll across the keyboard. Gently tapping
away the words. None of what makes sense to me
until the complete piece. Even then some never
do say any particular story or point.

Often times the ramble is just that, ramble. A
jigsaw puzzle of random letters displayed as what
is considered some term in the English language.
More as though, a part of American English slang.
Decidely I am that I should read only when
completed and on blog.

Odd I would say I am. Unique is the positive. So
much though crosses over. At times I would just
like peace and then other days I need the words to
have therapy. Trickling down into my hands are
the need to express, to write. The itching of
pronunciation to come sprinting out of my mouth.
Still I sit in silence tapping away.

Do I hear, listen to all that is being said? No. Not
all the time. Sometimes I just breathe and drift
other times focused and racing.

Solid is the mind, soul and spirit. Just wanted a
second or two to say a few printed paragraphs to
my whispers that echo in my mind.

Oh how softly I exhale. Becoming more and more
relaxed. So much that I am drifting off to sleep as
the lines fade in and out. The fine meaning rubbed
away as my even inhales match the exhales. Soon
my world is dark and memories take over. In dreams
I dreamed of dreams. My eyes jolt back and forth
to find some peace.

My mind blurring only because of the
tiredness overcoming soul. So much rest is needed
for a grand, entertaining morning.