Dreams Are A Lonely Place Poem by Andrew Lockley

The sun it fades out the moon grows into night
lay down and rest upon your bed
and thank theday, close those eyes tight
and dream as your imaginations are read.

Your love is your lover, you feel
life a perfect paradise free to fly
those troubles in reality they conseal
was your life ever so colourful, as blue as the sky.

Fears and panics will creep on a nightmare
those dreams just a lonely place, a prison
and in deep sleep alone in darkness you scare
while you try to wake from such a vision.