Dreams

When I dream,

I am no longer here,

But living a blissful lie,

Woven from my mind.

Everyone and everything else is gone,

Only me and my imagination remain,

Alone in the solitude,

That is my mind.

I escape to a world of utter fantasy,

Finding release in the kingdom I create,

My sanctuary,

My one true haven,

Peaceful and calm.

But like all good things,

It can and will not last forever.

Ending instantaneously,

In a pitiless moment.

I come round to find,

Myself in bed,

Cruel morning has come.

My dreams have been stolen,

Destroyed in seconds,

Brutally and forcefully,

By waking to find day.

But I still hold on,

For I know my one solace

I still have tonight,

To dream once more.