Into dreams, you drift, <br />away from the harsh realities, <br />to places full of tranquillity. <br />You drift along to <br />where everyday brings happiness, <br />sorrow is not allowed there. <br />In these places of peaceful beauty, <br />where birds sing, and flowers bloom everyday <br />under a never setting sun. <br />Places where the word worry <br />is always questioned there. <br />You drift along in your dreams, <br />til the morning comes to call <br />with the waking hour <br />and the dream drifter must get up <br />to face the world again <br />with its harsh realities of pain.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-drifter/
