(Originally written August 17, 2010)

What is a dream? Is it mere fantasy?
When our mind tells us what we really want,
Or a premonition, something that could be?
When Future, a vision in our minds plant,

What is a dream? I would much like to know,
Could it be just a mere coincidence?
A collage of meaningless thoughts that flow,
Where fiction over fact takes precedence.

What is a dream? I need explanations,
Why thoughts of you haunt each moment of sleep,
What they contain are not my creations,
But that of a love, in my heart sown deep.

For nightly I dream of the golden dusk,
In a forest glen of wordless wonder,
Talking with you, and by your side I bask,
While then sun sets behind hills out yonder.

I dream of the silver light of the moon,
A shining galleon sailing misty seas,
While into the mirror of a lagoon,
I look at your count’nance smiling in peace.

I dream of a plateau overlooking,
A haze-filled valley of Nature’s finest,
While on the horizon, the sun rising,
Above the clouds signals a day of rest.

Or a starlit night on a mountain crest,
Watching as a hail of shooting stars pass,
As our sight overlooks that concrete nest,
A city with its unwavering mass.

Or still, even among the city lights,
While around, the crowd throngs, seeking shelter,
From the drizzle that marks the Yuletide nights,
And everyone scurries helter-skelter.

Every night, of these sceneries I dream,
And with each I see myself beside you,
While within me, my heart with passions teem,
And I speak of my love, unwavering and true.

In that frozen expanse of time and space,
In that realm of the eternal present,
Where neither reason nor logic takes place,
Where the heart over mind reigns omniscient.

Where no distance exists, I try to reach,
Out towards you and hold your hand – but lo!
Alas! My dream world is suddenly breached,
By that waking ghost – a chanticleer's crow!

Still I long for answers to my query,
What is a dream? Is it mere fantasy?