In Dreams

Do you dream in colour,
or are your dreams grey,
muted monochromes,
pale imitations of reality.
Are they flat almost featureless
in a blurred mist,
or are they stark
black and white.
No grey.
No doubt.
Are your sleeping eyes prisms
to reflect the outside in,
in a spectrum of rainbowed glory.
Or are you afraid.
Afraid to let it enter
your unconsciousness.
Afraid to set it free
to make a kaleidoscope
of shades and tones
to recreate
a new reality
in glorious colour.
Do you remember?