Dream
You dream a dream,
And bathe your toes
In scarlet flows
Of icy streams.
It softly glows
Upon your knee,
For your heart knows
A dream is free.
It glitters, plays,
It makes you smile.
You waste all day,
You sit awhile.
And watch it quote
Quite quietly
Words you once spoke
Defiantly,
Before you woke
So silently.
The turquoise sea
Is far away.
The forest trees
Have naught to say,
And no disease
Can make you die
When you have dreams
Who love the sky.
A dream believes
But never wonders,
Never grieves;
It breathes, it thunders.
It turns and twirls,
And entrances
Wavering worlds,
Because it dances.
You sometimes cry
About your dreams,
Because they die
Because they seem
To bend the breeze,
And dance upon
The quiet trees,
And then they’re gone.
Written by Anna Williams
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