It seemed so real.
True as life,
nothing left out.
But the frustrations, the strife
was what was most affecting.
No protecting, even in dreamhood,
from the trials, piled one on the other,
'til dreamland smothers us into
all manner of agony, aching,
and uncertainty.



But another night awaits,
when the moonlight murkiness
gives way to pleasantries,
memories perhaps of bygone ways,
beloved days of yore,
to make the spirits soar
to heights unimagined
in last night's fits
of fortuneless fantasy.
Hugging our pillows, we are wafted
into realms of sunny splendor,
rendering us even giddy
in the sometimes silliness
of enchanting lands of
nighttime makebelieve.