Where do you go at the end of the day
Reposed in bed
Sleep steals you away
Those dreams that transport you
To far distant lands
Strangers in vision
Woman or man
 
Woodlands in autumn
In Moonshine
Or the rain
Maybe conjured from memories
Imaginings of fame
 
Nightmares are worries
That may wake you up
Chased by a demon
He'll never catch up
 
Those gentle illusions
That fill you with hope
Taking you on a journey
Full of wonder and awe
Wishing you had wrote it
In the morning, forgot
 
Sleep will replenish
Will wash it away
The strains of hard labour
Poured down a drain
The picture show magic
Must be well meant
For the hours
In life, stolen
That each of us spends
Dreaming in colour
Beginning to end
 
 
AGL
 


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