Initial musings of my mind...

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 cherish

Other times i am surrounded by love that lets me flourish

Sometimes i live in a palace with cooks and butlers

Other times i live in a forest talking to deer with antlers

Sometimes i am chased, sometimes i chase

Sometimes i dream of rooms i cant escape

I have encountered talking trees

And mighty rivers that flow free

That share wisdom of ages gone by

All you need to do is look in and ask why

Sometimes the animals do the talking

And birds look down on them mocking

Sometimes there are fights and flights

Other times you experience inexplicable jolts of light

Where else will i feel this collision of emotions all together

And that is why we ask "What is your dream" with such joy and fervour!