Dreams
When I lay in bed at night
And slowly drift on my boat to the ocean of sleep,
I see myself being dropped into thousands of canyons,
Jumping from one to another.
The echo of my thud,
The last sound I hear;
Peace! Silence!
In the darkness all alone,
And in my dream,
I drift to the bush.
The clattering of trees,
The mayhem of birds flying through the sky,
I hear the kerfuffle of people having a picnic.
Discussing what food they want.
It is my dream,
It is my imagination.
For it is my sleep.
And when I sleep, I dream.
And when I dream, I sleep.