Yesterday's Dreams. Poem by Fay Slimm

Rolling thunderously into sight
yesterday's dreams
wrap themselves tightly
around the heart,
casting their cords they might
latch on to tomorrow
then discharge
unyielding dynamic might.

Dreams refuse to take
second place.
using any means they whisper
themselves
into our personal star,
and insist on booking into
expensive cosmic suites
using our name.

Regarding itself rather inanely,
as indispensible,
yesterday's dreaming retreats
to hatch a carefully
planned vigourous comeback.

Never to be disregarded,
rejected fantasies
may turn out to be a hearty
taste of the week,
for yesterday'dreams are there
to help allay future fear
and bear bravely
the weight of today.