Dreams Poem by Malcolm Gould

How real a dream can be

when your mind has no limits

a spirit wandering free

with no human laws to bar you

paradise and exotic places

where you can find happiness

without fear of reprisal

pleasant dreams to nightmares

time and space ours at last

the physical body now resting

travel to the future or past

be in a blockbuster the big hero

or the villain even a pop star

limitless imagination to explore

what we see is for us alone

personal dreams only we own.


The Foureyed Poet.