A Dream About A Dream

One fine night I saw a dream, That became my dream one day. Every night henceforth I saw the dream, Of the dream that took my nights away. Last night too I saw a dream, I must tell my dream came true. Not the dream itself of the last night, But in the dream I saw, it came through. The dream broke up as the sleep broke down, With bumps of cold and that of glee And the one I sought, my dream broke too Yes the one in daylight I often see. The dream’s unchanged, unacherished, A world of hope that makes my dreams. If the dream unsought comes true someday, I dread being fled to the hopeless realms.