Dreams Poem by J.B. LeBuert

My dreams have returned, late in life
I'm not sure the reason why
Is it to end internal strife
Is it because I'm going to die

Is it because I'm going it alone
I'm seeing things from my past
Nothing that you'd bemoan
Nothing to make you aghast

It is strange though, my vision
In and out of situations
In this unique transition
Bringing so many revelations

I saw my old dog, I loved him so
Maybe I'm going to join him soon
Maybe I'd even like to go
Together we could croon a tune

They're not scary or make me cry
They seem normal enough, to me
I don't walk on water or try to fly
Snippets from my past life, you see

I can't remember much of my life
Three percent is about right
I remember years with my wife
The past is good, the future bright

I look forward to more dreams
Even if there from my past
But I'd rather see some future schemes
Of that I'm sure, at last