Dreams Poem by Catherine Habbie

I weave a dream of wispy clouds
I weave them together in threads of gold
I add the magic and the mist
But I know it needs a real twist

I weave a dream of castles gold
A land where one never grows old
I weave them with my thoughts bright
I weave them long until the threads hold me tight

I add a dash of colour
Silver and Blue
And everything true
I weave a dream
Of a life with you

All along though
I know this dream has to go
A dream is a dream
All of us know

I weave a dream with open eyes
I blink and whoosh they lose their spice
I weave my dreams of life in utopia
Alas though, I suffer from myopia

So I pause my dreams
I dream no more
I wait patiently
Cause I know I have to go