Dreams Must Explain Themselves

They are not the culprits, the eyes...
no, not at all-
for, they are shut, tight
lids closed,
to sight, light.

In the darkness
they creep-
their steps
heavy, loud, reverberating..
or subtle and stealthy.

They enter the quiet
the peace of void
of nothing, but nothingness
that surround.

In the colorless darkness
they play tricks
create shadows
of myriad shapes,
speak in voices -
heard, lost or imagined.

Ephemeral -
the illusions
that entice
surprise
reprise.

Why they arrive
in my sleep-
dreams must explain themselves,
tonight.