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!