HOUSE OF DREAMS
I stopped in at the House of Dreams,
As I drifted through Slumberland.
I was in a state of nocturnal bliss,
Courtesy of the Sandman’s sand.
“Welcome to the House of Dreams,”
Read the sign above the door.
“Sweet dreams and a good night’s sleep
To all who visit our store.”
There are many dreams to choose from,
Dreams both old and new.
And every dream comes with a special wish,
Hoping all your dreams come true .
Michael D. Schafer
© January 11, 2014
Happy International Poetry Day!
I have enjoyed the reading of "House Of Dreams" for its contents of subeject dealt.
May the author of "House Of Dreams" live long, healthy and blissed!
In reverent appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Connie
Love ya!
Jane
Buck up! and go out bungy jumping naked. Drink a gallon of whiskey. Wrestle a grizzly bear. (preferably in that order. It's less painful) Then come back and deliver a rock'em sock'em poem that'll knock our socks off. Or just admit you're too tired to fight the Trump.