Dreams

To dream of the dead- is it a warning, a ghostly admonition? Or, are they calling us- somewhere, being lonely? Dreams- a melange of memory, our triumphs and terrors- longings. And for me, it is a reaching back- (sometimes forward) it is recollections of my parents and of lovers- (all, long gone.) And places, too, beloved cities- majestic buildings of Vienna and Budapest, bridges I've crossed, and rivers- the Danube and Mississippi... In dreams, earthly boundaries fade- laws of science do not matter- so we fly and time warps, the old become young, the impossible is possible, and fantasy reigns... No wonder pschologists tell us- without dreams, madness takes over.