Sometimes I see a woman in dreams, real it seems.
I can’t compel my mind to tell if from heaven or hell.
Maybe repressed love manifesting in dreams above.
Or deceptive blood-sucking succubus, a seduction lie.
Perhaps some future love hovering like a waiting dove.
Maybe a soul mate to meet me at the eternal gate.
It’s all a nighttime mystery to me;
What and why impossible to see.
Bob Boyd