What Is In a Dream

What is in a dream but thoughts run rampage? Why do we feel in them, or love them, or miss them if they're forgotten? Why do they scare us of make us cry? What is in a dream? Of sleep and tomorrow, and things that we lost, and memories long gone? What is a dream, a nightmare, why do they matter at all? Darkness then to dark And the hours are lost in sleep As each night traps us Of chaos and nonsense, and mystical feelings? Of languid, limpid things? Of what we wish would come to pass, and what we never knew we wanted? What is a dream, but what we know and see every day? A bridge to another day, another hour, minute, second. But a dream is a dream, and it cannot last, but boils away in the sun. And yet it matters, these breaths of another world, why? What is in a dream? And the fair sunlight And life with all its swiftness Breaks these dreams once more