A Merry Dance Poem by Frederick Nellist

I seek perfection in my dreams
Nocturnal fantasies my prize
Excursions made while I sleep
But only failure hears my cries
A dream of loving be it unreal
My hoping heart knows how I feel.

In pretend I'll always be content
A shy response made in my sleep
Heart and mind have gave consent
And promises I hope they'll keep
Brief encounters of a loving kind
Dreams and I are seeking to find.

I'm seeking the impossible dream
Hallucinations only made of clay
Visualising what might have been
Each morning I face another day
False hopes, an illusive romance
I'm really having a merry dance.