The colour of my dreams

I can’t describe the colours of my dreams -

In words that let you share. It seems -

We pass through life and trust our sense -

To tell us each the truth, and hence –

If I see green, but you see blue -

I could be right. And so could you! –

For what I think I know, I find

Is just the colours of my mind. –

Your thoughts are not the same as mine. -

We each perceive our truth divine. -

There is no universal ‘we’ –

There’s just ourselves, just you and me. –

So, when I dream in deepest night -

I cannot share my mind’s delight -

My words can’t shade my world of thought -

Convey the sense of what mind sought. -

So if you would, I’d ask you just-

To take from me on honest trust.

My dreams will always set me free –

The colour of my dreams is me.