In Dreams                                                                  

In dreams my life is altered
I awake and question reality
But there is no reality
There are only dreams
But how is non-reality born?

In dreams I speak great words
I awake and forget them
There are no words on paper
There are only dreams
But how are great words born?

In dreams I do great feats of courage
I awake and feel proud
There are no great deeds to glory in
There are only dreams
But how is such strength born?

In dreams I experience great love
I awake and know it is real
But there is indeed a reality
There are not just dreams
I know because there is you
Brian Wrixon
294686_218317434898196_2066083653_nPoet, Writer, Publisher. From Canada.