When Floyd And Freud Collides.

I dream in blue,
When I'm mellow and blue.

Of cloudy skies, and swirling mists,
Of tears in hell, that persists.
The lightning strikes,
The hail stones fall.
"Goodbye blue skies!"

A voice yonder, calls.

I assure myself,

It is a dream after all!

I dream in red,

When I'm bruised and jaded.

Of tumultuous seas,

And enemies with paranoid eyes.

I see swords and blades,

Spilling wrath and venom.

I see revolutions and anarchy,

And violent atrocities.

I ask myself,

Was it a dream after all ?

I dream in black,

When all my hopes have been marooned.
I see melancholy bores, behind closed doors,

And burning bridges falling apart.

The fat old sun lies pouting, eclipsed,

Hiding a saucerful of secrets lest it slips.

The dark side of the moon is all I see,

When hopelessness echoes within me.

Dreaming of such stark realities makes me think,

I hope that was just a dream after all!

I dream in white,

When I breathe in peace.

Embraced and engulfed by serenity,

That caresses me with its gentle wings.

I sail on still breeze,

(You would wonder how, but I dreamt I did!)
And I find myself coming back to life,
With two suns during sunrise,

And I wish to myself,
I hope that was not just a dream after all!

I dream in green,

When green is the colour.

I dream of you and me,

I dream of us and them.

Wandering in rolling valleys

On a great day for freedom!

I dream of beginnings,

Giving birth to a smile.

Wishing as I walk the miles,

That it was the beginning of a dream after all!

But all my dreams have a hint of Pink,

The interpretation may be Freudian, but 'Floydian' are my dreams!
I’ve seen shining diamonds and great gigs in the sky,

I’ve seen pigs flying, while I am learning to fly!

I dream in black and white ,

And all things between,

Of what I like and dislike,

And what lies within.

“Any colour you like!”,I hear you call,

That’s what dreams are,after all!