Dreams

All through the night, twixt nod and blink Toward the morning light I think… Those jumbled, tangled, mixed-up tales May soon be lost if memory fails. And though they rarely harbor fear Oft times are filled with things held dear Of good times had, ball gowns and such Of lovers, with their gentle touch… If I could orchestrate them so Direct their path, where they may go Before I meet the morning light Hold fast the dream, ‘fore it takes flight. So, quick before it leaves my head I’ll stay a while in my warm bed!