My dreams I can articulate,
They show my passions and my schemes,
Beam light on future directions and my passions major themes.
My secrets, I don’t articulate
They show maybe hurt and pride, some I keep hidden
Like an iceberg deep inside, those memories unbidden
Rarely looked at by myself
I need to understand the beliefs, stacked upon the dusty shelf
They impact on my dreams and stop me being true to self
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 