Dreams for the Writer

Dreams are cast into the night Eyes don’t see; sleep floats by, Darkness blinds but dreams are bright Under starlit or cloudy sky. What star shines when moon is high Silence peeps into noisy flights: Spaceships cruise across the dark While somewhere a bard his epic writes. He writes of liberty, love and peace Pouring his heart full of memory, On paper where chains set free Those enslaved in some century. He writes of love won or lost Dejected lovers on the edge, Those that won and embossed A spouse with that solemn pledge. He writes on peace, war had caused A treaty broken by one deed, Forgotten are those so dead and lost To a world of selfish greed. Dreams are cast into the night Into the net like spider’s web, Caught the story’s plain delight Of some hero or celeb Waking with the morning light.