Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Where Do Our Dreams Go?
We wake up every morning, still adrift
From night and dreams and fog and hazy dawn
Unless we work the night shift down at the plant
For then we rise to the evening news
When we wake up where do our pale dreams go?
Maybe the first flush makes them disappear
Maybe daylight fades them into non-being
Or they’re put out with the dog for the dawn patrol
And never allowed back in
It’s really okay
if nightmares go away -
I just wish the happy dreams would stay
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