An award-winning poem, to soothe and calm your fears, to ease you into Saturday night and to wish you pleasant dreams when your head finally hits the pillow.
Dreams
Fear has no place here, neither
Doubt, nor shame, nor death.
I am very much alive, though
Not awake. Just drifting till morn,
Drawing strength with every breath.
Faces new and faces old, enmesh
Themselves and become one, friend or foe
Eyes can't discern, yet no harm
Will come. The script is mine
To tell. It will be so.
It is my special time, the night,
When sleep refreshes me with dreams
Of fantastic images painted on
The insides of my eyelids, so
Nothing is as it seems.
Clocks bear no intrusion here, hour
Hands play silent on cloudy dials.
No time to call on the dream
Stories' fate. Forgotten frowns
Usurped by morning smiles.
How then can I favour so much, this
Time, each dream, each hazy night,
When often I remember not how I
Spent the hours behind closed eyes,
Unrecognised in fresh daylight?
It is because I have the chance,
The power to create moments, new
And unreal. To change to relive
This worn out life. And it is
Because I can dream of you.
© Frances Pallett
Wishing you all a relaxing and pleasant Saturday evening 
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04/08/07 @ 18:24