Dreams

Sleep has always been the way to healing for me. Usually the worse I feel, the more sleep I seem to need. If I’m able to get that sleep, then I can work through anything that is thrown at me. So when I have those sleepless nights and the longer they plague me the harder it is to get better. Dreams are simply another place I can go to appease my need for fantasy. I seldom have really bad dreams. Fantasy, now that is an interesting word! There are many kinds of fantasy. I seem to favor the ‘life is great and it always works out for the best, for me’ type. Why have fantasy if it isn’t an improvement on the real world? Anyway, the poem for today is: Dreams


Dreams

Some say that dreams are wishful thinking
Surely it must be partially so
Cause when life isn’t what it should be
The heart must have some place it can go

Memories hide within dreams often
Waiting there to come alive again
With each dream the candle is relit
Into our dreams we now can descend

But then there are those lonely nights
When sleep and dreams just will not come
You toss and turn or walk the floor
Waiting for this night to be done

Oh weaver of dreams where are you now
It’s been so long since you came to me
I’ve had the need of your gentle touch
To ease my pain and to set me free

Help me to escape into the bliss
And comfort I find within those dreams
Release me from the pain of this world
Let me feel the comfort that you bring

Sprinkle your magic upon me
Into your world let me collapse
And dream the dreams of innocence
To the future or from the past

Susan Palmer-Davis
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