Dreamland

Where do we go when we go to sleep, Some say to a ‘mind made’ land, But I feel that we’re drawn from our bodies at night To a place that our souls understand. Maybe we need a refreshment of kind, Relief from our bodily stand And only in trance can tranquillity find As we glide through our ‘slumbering’ land. Sometimes we remember what dreams we have seen Or so we believe when we wake, But nobody knows where our minds travel to Or the pathways our journey did take. But I know that my sleep renews body and soul So I’m certain as certain can be, I must have been somewhere with glorious power To replenish the ‘life force’ in me. So maybe while sleeping we all return home To the place where all people are free And bathe in the pool of the essence of life, Yes, drift in its wonderful sea. No wonder our thoughts are all lost by the morn’ With eons of memories entwined. We’re drunk on the pleasures of millions of souls, On everyone’s lives we have dined. Now I think that our ‘living’, has part in this feast, We’re all here to gather the vine. And when we return to our essence at last Our lives should have sweetened the wine. Ivor G Davies