WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF
Little boys’ dreams are built from the play-sand
And blocks shared with other boys by the thousand.
Dreams of rescue and protection are those of girls small,
And always by a shining armourclad knight tall.
Lovers dreams are woven from fine silk threads of gossamer
Wound in golden circles around the heart of another.
Happy old men fall asleep with dimly seen
Visions of a lost past with no might-have-been.
But our dreams are made from this flesh and blood here,
And wooden walls and brick fireplace and windows clear,
Built long ago with our sweated hands and brow:
We have no need of tomorrow, for tomorrow is now,
And filled with the laughter and music of our own delight.
The golden blocks in our dream are shining bright,
And by the silk threads of realized visions held tight.
Our dream is here and now - each day and each night.
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Written 1 August 2012
Entered in Kim Merryman’s Contest - What Dreams Are Made Of
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