Dreamer, what are your dreams?
Is your brain frozen cold in a cloud?
Is reality less than it seems?
Your visions - silent or loud?
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Cumulus, cumulo, cumular
Banality, fluffy and white.
Do you dream of a faraway star?
Is your day exploding at night?
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Can stratus level the mind,
Greyness obscuring all thought?
The dream has nothing to find
Some fish can never be caught.
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Fly high, your Cirrean dream,
Your castle founded on air
A non-understandable theme,
Hopes and ambitions laid bare.
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Dream of nimbucular rain
Torrents of darkness and fear
Anticipation of pain
Only waking can make disappear.
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Dreams held fast within dreams
Clouds – grey, white and immense -
See there, as daylight first gleams,
The dreamer searching for sense.
About the Creator
John Welford
John was a retired librarian, having spent most of his career in academic and industrial libraries.
He wrote on a number of subjects and also wrote stories as a member of the "Hinckley Scribblers".
Unfortunately John died in early July.
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