Dreams
 
Dreams are not dreams
Dreams are abstract trees
Conjured to life
From a pram
By a potent conjurer
 
Dreams are not dreams
Dreams are life-pods
On sorcery trees
Conjured for relish
By the innerman
Of each conjurer
 
Dreams are dreams
Dreamers come to seek
On a fragile platform
Whose pranks send men

To its depth thought
To hold such dreams.
 
Dreams are not dreams
Dreams are certainties of life
Pegged ashore of each soul.
But dreams could be dreams