THE DREAM

  The Dream I dreamed dreamed as it strolled
of castles in the clouds
with starlit halls made of gold
and glorious voices filling them
with blissful songs of old.

The Dream I dreamed dreamed as it strolled
that it would never end,
but when I woke from that dream,
dreams, I learned, are dreams.

I did not dream - I wish I had -
when on that rock-strewn path
I walked across a desert land
with eyes that wept and mouths that cried
around on every side.

I did not dream - though dream it seemed -
that in the distant sunlight,
true glories could be seen,
and whether I am wide awake
or fast asleep in bed
there is a distant sunlight
though storms are over head.