The Wonder of Dreams

I've dreamt every night
since I've been born
but all of them escaped me
in early morn.
I've lain awake on silent nights
and wondered what I would dream.
Would it be something peaceful,
calm and serene?
Or would something frightening
come into the scene?
We have no control
over dreams that come.
I've always wondered
where these dreams come from?

I don't mind letting my dreams disappear
But now the ones about you
are never clear.
Sometimes you're with me.
These dreams bring peace.
Sometimes you leave me
and good times cease.
I wish I could dream
like when I was born,
never having to wonder
upon awakening in morn.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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