I had a dream as lovely as any dream could be. <br />I tried to convince myself of its reality. <br />But unreal, <br />for it, it seems, <br />is the only word which is qualified to describe. <br />Dreams. They end when we wake. <br />It must have been fate that since that dream <br />my waking life seems bland. <br />I've tried to close my eyes <br />in part to forget, to rest, <br />in hopes regaining taste <br />but really in hopes of having it once again. <br />In vain. Our dreams we do not choose. <br />It is a lottery of sorts. <br />I ask myself why I never win? <br />The answer to which I'll never know. <br />There is a hint of irony though. <br />I doubt others would dream this dream so, <br />but after all, dreams are tailor made <br />and this dream was made for me.<br /><br />Joseph Wordsmith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-had-a-dream-as-lovely-as-any-dream-could-be/
