Dreams And Realities Poem by Barry Middleton

the dream is surreal
within a foreign landscape
there is a girl I never knew
but seem to know so well

the rubble of main street
are bombed out images
memory strewn wreckage
and three lost souls

the children of the night
are a patchwork comforter
of pain and wishes
myself and my companions

one is a lost love
another a long dead friend
and there I fade away
into a fog of melted time

when dawn comes
the frightened dream of day
and its gnawing realities
are stitched into the years