Dream

     by Marc Pollitt

Should I admit that I had gone to sleep,
Then all that passed last night was fantasy.
And if the dawn's awaking makes me see
That with my eyes unshuttered I can't keep
From giving lie to furtive hopes and dreams,
Then let me slip unconscious one more time,
Restoring all those memories sublime
In which my world is better than it seems.
But if I flee the day to a nocturne,
And cast aside the madness of the world,
If I should know within my reverie
That what I see is false, can I return?
Will I find all my dreams exposed and curled
Like empty shells beneath an endless sea?

 

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