Dreams What is your dream? And why do we ask the question With such joy and fervour? I dreamt last night that i was falling off the ledge and got up with a start Or with some close relative i had to part, I dreamt that i missed the train i was desperately trying to catch I dreamt that i was the last person alive on earth to keep a lonely watch And then you ask me - what is my dream? I dare not ! There is a dream catcher on my head, waiting to catch the dreams i throw its way But every dream that i dream, it refuses to trap in its intricate web Who wants a sad, tragic desperate dream thrown in their face anyway But there are times i dream of the mountains and the snow Of days drenched in sunshine and glow Of landscapes painted as if with my acrylics Of rolling grasses dancing and shimmering on tiny hillocks Sometimes i fly, other times i cry Sometimes i have talents like mountain climbing to try Sometimes i have moments of solitude to cheri...
