Sleep Of Fire Poem by Sharron Stephenson

to dream first you must sleep,
day time thinking about all the wishes you have,
is like a dairy unwitten,
without the feelings from the soul,
the way you are on stage,
is only false drama?
move away from the city cries,
into the country fields,
a village pub the blazing fire,
a name of a lover,
spoken of the lips,
romeo and Juliet,
plays a part of life,
just like songs we know,
every time we turn away,
the world slips by