Dreams

What are they?

Our fears and hopes

Of and for a future someday

To tide the losses that we mope?

It is a fictional landscape

Always tilting and sloping

And never really taking shape

It is us who are always scoping

The shifting terrain

They scare us

They dare us

They hurt us

They nurture us

We grow stronger dream by dream

Some are best remembered

And some are better forgotten

If we can still recall them after we have awoken

They may be adventures

Where we fight adversaries

Real or imaginary

Like a pirate or a dragon

Or wonted memories of sipping from a flagon

They may be fun

Of just lying in the sun

Of good times with old mates

Of time spent with beaux on loving dates

But who knows what the future holds

If dreams ever do come true

As they are seen and told

Yet hope springs eternal

As dawn’s dreams

Inflame hope that has

Truth’s kernel