Dreams

Dreams


To dreams, my friends, those fickle things
That visit us at night
Those wondrous, dark, mysterious things
That’ll visit us tonight
And to their opposites,
Nightmares
Those scary, evil, nighttime frights that rob us of our sleep,
And to their counterfeits
Daydreams
Those magical, bright moments of bliss that melt the world away
To dreams, my friends, in all their forms,
Whether good or bad
They serve as warnings, omens, wishes,
Some make us feel so sad
While others, yes, a chosen few,
Show us wrong from right.
Dreams, my friends, are gifts from God,
Who, in his great insight,
Gave us dreams to serve as goals,
And give a point
To life.