Perchance to Dream

Dreams are usually muddled themes,
Partly true and partly false.
Uncoordinated fantasies.
Scaring, hair-raising, impossible;
Simple, sometimes comforting.
People past come clearly back
Vaguely disquieting, incredible, yet
On waking a need to linger
And return to finish scenes.

But Day-dreams are of different stuff
These we make from wishful thinking,
A longing for, an-aching for a
Life-style changed, we've had enough
Of hum-drum present monotonous chores.
So castles, cottages in the air
We build, an escape, a heavenly place,
A perfect place without a care,
But only those we love are there.

Perchance to Dream

The dream is broken, thrust back
To earth, the golden spell has vanished,
We turn again to present needs and cares
Yet we know these dreams can be
A solace, in a world of misery.
So dream and dream away those fears
That penetrate and cause decay.
Sojourn in a care-free haven, and
Bask in dreamer's earthy paradise.


Sheila Jakobsson