Dreamworld Imagination

 

 

      The dreamworld imagination, holds all things good and bad,
              It holds an inner sanctuary, and comfort for the sad.
             Here, there is no power, to guard against imagination,
             It is a world of fantasy, of good things and temptation.
             You can float upon a cloud, you can visit distant stars
              Be king, queen or pauper,  you can emigrate to Mars.

         Perhaps a great adventure, a dream which makes no sense,
       A dream with breaks and interludes, sequals to commence.
    You may find the elusive lover, or those you've loved and lost,
  Maybe the whispering  monsters of nightmares you have crossed.

         

          You're falling down a stairwell to awake before the drop,
       Or perhaps you hit the bottom while you're sitting on the top.
           With the alopecia nightmare,  your silky hair has gone,

            Straight white teeth are rotting, to fall out one by one.

          While digging in the garden, you find that treasure trove,
        Or perhaps you are on holiday on a treasure island cove.
       Years have slipped away and you're a child in Wonderland, 
   Then walking with your first love on the beach and hand in hand.
             You may lose the one you love, one way or another!
            Is it death or stolen love that you fight back to recover? 

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           Night terrors can be waiting, and when the trigger cocks,
        You're falling from your pedestal, or smothering in your box.

           An evil witch is waiting and she takes your breath away,
  She sniggers, as she breathes your breath, to escape into the day.
             Paralysed, you try to scream, but utter not a sound,
        The evil witch will take your life, you kick on the rebound.
       You pinch yourself awake, but you find that you have died,
     You must now take her place, where there is no place to hide.
            But though you died in dreamland,  it isn't yet the end,

 Sun kissed dawn will break the spell, and so your nerves will mend.

 

                                                        July 2004
                                                                Carole A.M. Johnson