Dreamer, what are your dreams?
Is your brain frozen cold in a cloud?
Is reality less than it seems?
Are your visions silent or loud?
Cumulus, cumulo, cumular
Banality, fluffy and white.
Do you dream of a faraway star?
Is your day exploding at night?
Can stratus level the mind,
Greyness obscuring all thought?
The dream has nothing to find
Some fish can never be caught.
Fly high, your Cirrean dream,
Your castle founded on air
A non-understandable theme,
Hopes and ambitions laid bare.
Dream of nimbucular rain
Torrents of darkness and fear
Anticipation of pain
Only waking can make disappear.
Dreams held fast within dreams
Clouds – grey, white and immense -
See there, as daylight first gleams,
The dreamer searching for sense.
© John Welford
© John Welford
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