6 June 2012
Wake up in the morning Bleary eyed in the half light Snatches of broken dreams Flood back to me from night
Dreams of strange scenarios As though my bed's a stage A stage on which odd plays are enacted That seem to last an age
Plays that flutter from weird to weirder Nothing makes sense awake I wish I could re-live my dreams And different choices make
Dreams are bizarre but they are surely The best part of sleep Adding snippets of memories And fantastic treasures to keep.
Dreams • Opuss № I