Dreamscape Poem by Bernard Franklin

Twig-light in dancing dreamscapes,
where do your slumbers go?
a floating free sensation,
as your inhibitions flow.
An ethereal existence,
at the edge of time and space,
as you fall into the deepest sleep,
eyelids flutter on your face.

A place of magical make believe,
of fairy tales and dreams,
the outcome of each adventure,
isn’t always what it seems.
it’s easy to breathe underwater here,
it’s easy to fly in the sky,
it’s easy to do whatever you want,
and extremely hard to die.

Sometimes our dreams are frightening,
and we scream out in the night,
our nightmares chase us round the room,
as our monsters we do fight.
It’s a form of deep regression,
no expensive shrink could ever see,
our sleep and dreams the only place,
we will ever be totally free.

As we slip into a sub conscious vortex,
our brains reject our mental waste,
the images we see so vivid and clear,
we can almost touch and taste.

As we wake in the morning refreshed and alert,
our dreams are now far far away,
for our computer on-line has deleted the files,
we’re now ready for a brand new day.