‘Reach for the stars,’ they say
‘And you’ll make it someday’
Believing fully in the pow’r of will
That with naught but your dream,
With riches you will teem!
Forgot have they that which will my dream kill:
I
Am
Not
An
Astronaut
Tag: dreams
A nightmare
Fevered dreams of rains and flood
Wake me in a sweat
Head hits headboard with a thud
Which awakes my pet
Now we are excited both
Break silence of night
Stuck now, tired and out of breath
In dreams’ ne’er-ending fright
Sleep
With sad and tired eyes
She sleeps and she dreams of them:
Better days ahead
Clouds
High and low do clouds float by
Large and small they are
Wond’ring what they are do I
They fly so very far
This one is a wooden ship
This, a sneaking cat
Then they toss and turn and whip
Into this or that
I so wonder why they seem
To show us heav’nly arts
Maybe when the people dream
The clouds reflect their hearts
Sonnet 5
With fevered dream, my lost and weary mind
Does toss and turn in interrupted sleep
Stones fly, birds speak, and in a fright I weep
For ‘magined evils I can’t leave behind
My mind plays tricks on quickly-beating heart
Makes it believe the world is being rent
Asunder, that at last the dark’s ascent
Will cover all the earth with hellish art
Covered in sweat, my aching body cries
For hot, for cold, for drink, for food, for rest
It little knows the real, not east from west
Without the mind, it knows not truth from lies
But fin’lly I awake and noises cease
I find some modicum of waking peace
A Poem A Day 