Through the Hours Around Dawn

Through the hours around dawn

dreams grow more vivid.

You have a chance of remembering —

get nudged or startled awake

rich with swirling glimpses,

clues to inner space, pointers

to its inhabitants and tales.

What are they but messages:

your own mysteries to solve,

soul-deep, hard to fathom. One

knows the secret truth

and that one, in spite of caution,

wants to tell you what your heart holds.

If you lift your head to listen,

this message could change your life.

Is that your deepest desire?

True, you have said so — but now?

Why are you trembling, why turning away?

Does this revelation threaten a longer journey?

It might take you so deep, you will not

seem or be the same person when you emerge.

So beware. You are at a crossroads. 
Scary? Oh yes!

Today for 'Poems in April' at 'imaginary garden with real toads' it is Open Platform. There is no prompt; we can submit any one of our poems, new or old. This one is new because I wanted to try one of Debi's first word acrostics. 

But what phrase or sentence to choose as its basis? I am currently reading Writing Down Your Soul by Janet Conner. Also a recent dream revealed to me how and why I was subconsciously resisting something I consciously thought I wanted — after which I came across these two (non-consecutive) sentences in the book (my poem puts them in reverse order):

If this is true, why does it seem so scary?
Through dreams you get rich clues to what your soul knows and wants.

This exercise made me put my words together in a somewhat different way from my usual patterns.

Also linking to Poets United's Midweek Motif: Enlightenment