In Dream-State

My mind is a strangely
unknown realm. It takes me 
to places old and familiar
that my mind shapes into
mysteriously frightening places.
In my dream state sometimes
it becomes difficult to
consciously separate dream
from the tremors of nightmares.
Night and slumber become
the time when those who had
an integral place in waking
lives come to visit, to remind
that though they are gone
from there they have not
in their new place of dim
light and endless wandering
without corporeal essence
forgotten us. These assurances
can be confusing, but they are
also somehow comforting.