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.

By: Madeleine