Why do you come to my dreams
And fill them with stars and messages?

Why does the world look so much the same
Yet so different in that wherever place?

How can I understand
What you are trying to tell me

When the skies keep shifting?

When faces change from known
To unknown?

When the words fade upon waking
Only to return
At odd hours in brief snatches?

I have no answers, only memories of dreams now.