Dreams Are Like Windows

Dreams Are Like Windows

Someone once told me,
Dreams are windows of the soul
And I believe him.

He had told me that
If I were to take a peek
I could see it all

All the nuts and bolts
To see the inner workings,
And I believe him.

But to me, I think
That maybe you don’t need dreams
To see them truly

If I were to say
That eyes are windows as well,
Would you believe me?

Not quite like windows
Eyes, so very expressive
Emotions are shown

Aware, conscious perceptions
Simple eye flickers,
Rendered defenseless

Untold, coded tales
I can read you like a book,
Eyes tell your story.

Eyes differ from dreams,
They only tell half the tale,
Dreams elaborate.

Dreams are your gears
Turning inside of your head
I can see them spin.

If I were to look,
Would I see you deepest dream?
Or you desires?

And would I find out
Things that you would never tell?
Your deepest secret?

If I were to tell,
To tell that deep, dark secret,
Would you unravel?

Now I’m not quite sure
If I really want to see
What your dreams can tell

But, once I was told
Something very wise indeed
From a wise old man

He had told me that:
Dreams are the windows of the soul
If I took a peek
I would see the nuts and bolts
The inner workings.

And I believe him.