Dreams Are...

I dreamed…

Really?...Yes.

Where from?

My mind, I guess…

That’s okay…yeah.

Hey!...Huh?...

Where do dreams come from?

From the farthest star
The nearest thought

Dreams float in on a……ohhh…
Summer breezes that whisk back the curtains,
From the scent of night blooming jasmine
Or the sound of a far off droning plane.

They enter the soul, leak out with a tear,
They never seem to drift too far.

Dreams…..are!


Mec
1978