Dreams steal thoughts from all that was,
and perhaps from what may be
Ever so real from the safety of sleep,
and amazed at nothing you see
Impossible things, that make perfect sense
like a cow, in a boat, on a lake!
But surrender the caress of cosy sleep
and the images fade as you wake
Strangely the story is never complete,
it has no beginning or end!
Most of it dissolves through your fingers like mist
and what’s left you can’t understand!