Dreaming of things that torture your mind,

Good dreams and bad, and dreams of a kind.

A dream that is vivid, you can't tell a soul

And dreams that are weary, that takes its toll.

Dreams of old friends, who are now long dead,

Dreams of happiness, like the day you were wed.

Dreams of children playing, having their fun,

And tasks that you dread, but have to be done.

Sleepers are wishing for a dream that is new,

To awake in the morning, hoping its true.

Some people don't dream, we are led to believe,

Their lives must be humdrum, and little to achieve.

To all of those sceptics, who have never seen?

Just try it tonight, and perchance to dream.

RON BOOTH Mavis Avenue Ravenshead Nottingham