I hasten to sleep so that I might dreamand colour my mind with a myriad of things.

We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.

You smile and draw me near and whisper Do as dreamers do.I lean to you and whisper in your ear I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

And the man who dreamt of flight has tripped and fallen in a hole.