Dreams &; Reality... The blurred line between...

DREAMER

I sometimes dream that my dreams
Are brought into reality...
Considering some of my dreams,
I question my mentality.

Dreams of dragons metallic blue
And fairies that dance on sunshine.
I once dreamt that donkies flew.
Is that where I should draw the line?

What about the purple dragonfly
That shook crystals from its wings?
And the silver throated nightingale,
And the magic mist that sings?

Like when I awoke one morning
To see my cat on the ceiling.
"Goodmorning ma'am, how do you do?
I hope it's well you're feeling."

I felt as if I'd hit my head
And had a slight concussion.
I asked Whiskers what he thought:
"Ma'am, it's not open for discussion."

Surely this was all the result
Of a nasty knock to the head?
Maybe I should just close my eyes
And wake up again instead.

If life were a dream, and dreams were real
And if donkies really flew...
Then there's no such thing as never,
There could be no such thing as you!

(c) Fay Jackson 2001