In Dreams
In dreams I do a thousand things
reality will not record:
a heroine of myriad tales
wielding Truth's divining sword;
a daring dragon slayer
riding tempestuous seas,
fighting for the poor and weak,
answering anxious pleas.
In dreams I do a thousand things:
I conquer the unknown;
I reign a queen in far off lands
upon a golden throne.
I judge between evil and good,
discerning wrong and right,
commander of a legion
campaigner for the light.
In dreams . . . but I must live on earth
and walk as all must walk,
wrestle with the winds of woe,
guard my thoughts, my talk.
I would be a pure protector
of the small ones and the meek,
accepting life's misfortunes;
my heart and conscience keep.
Perhaps the things I do in dreams
are not at all so grand,
perhaps my home is better
than a distant foreign strand.
It could be greater here to dwell
with loved ones staunchly stand;
walk life's pathway with my brother,
heart to heart, hand in hand.
Copyright, 4/28/2014
Faye Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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