The World Is Not A Dream Poem by Patti Masterman

The world is not a dream-
Things are not as specious as they seem.

You and I are real, more real than misty clouds;
More substantive than darkness thunder steals,

More dense than roiling waves that plunder,
More lasting than a faint mirage-
Or lie, that liar's heart assuage.

And tomorrow, if we now should die-
Our corpse more solid, than the potter's sigh

And though we won't recall, that once we lived,
Still some may miss the comforts that we give.