Time And Dreams Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

It's late, dark in the house, I'm comfortable,
As I listen to the clock, ticking seconds away,
Laying alone, resting in my bed,
Relaxing, it's the end of the day.

On the quarter's, half's, and hours,
The clock plays lovely chimes,
At the beginning of the hour,
The chime counts, the moment in time.

When I'm asleep, traveling in a dream,
I visit people, I know now, or from my past,
Never a calendar, or clock, to relate to time,
No way to estimate, how long it will last.

Our dreams are a natural thing,
They are freedom shared, with us from inside,
Date's, and times, were created, to regulate, and control,
Totally different, always outside.



copyright Tom Maxwell 10/21/2018