Technicolor Dreamboat

If you dreamed in color
Would you remember;
Or would you try to forget
The harsh realities of your vivid slumber?

If you dreamed in color
Would it all be clear;
Or would you see the inadequecies
You missed in the grey as you peered?

I dream in color
And the shadows are still black.
The skies are still billowing
And trains still run on tracks.

By the tracks I do sit
And wonder, “Why me?”
Why, God, have you bestowed
This nightmare of colored dreams?

Some beg and plead
Of their God on high;
For a glimpse at subconscious reality
And see a true, blue sky.

I beg for immortality
In my dreams with a cry;
Screeching slumbering fantasies
Cold before they arise.

If it comes to me in dream,
Perhaps it’ll come to be.
That is something I do not want,
Unless I dream of you holding me.

In the morning,
When the sun does rise
And birds do sing;
Take away the colored memories
Far away to oblivion.

©2003 Joe Jenkins