Time To Dream Poem by Stephen Holloway

What are
Dreams?
What is time but
Soon?
Are dreams nothing but our hidden
wants?
Is not time mans excuse, something to
waste?
Or is there something more?
Something that connects
them and
Us
And every living thing?
Every man, fowl, beast dreams
But only few,
The select
make use of them
The truly strong individual is not he who
Pleases the eye
Or the mind,
But he who wastes not something that is not his
To waste.
TIME
Something that has confused man since the
Beginning of….
Well, time!
When has a nightmare not woken a person and
Puzzled
Boggled
And for all other purposes confused
Man?
If man were to unlock both secrets,
Time and Dreams

Would he be rich or richly
ridiculed?
If man did unlock the secret to the most
Out of reach and elusive word in the human language

Joy

Would you want the answer?
Would you not wait in line for days?
Would you not do
Just
About
Anything?

Once having received such joy would you not
RUN
JUMP
FLY
From person to person, telling them of the good news?

What if I told you?
that I held in my possession?
such a secret?