It is another fine day in Swindon Wiltshire in England and I would like to write another poem to share with the world. I suppose I am a bit of a dreamer, as most of us feel I am Sure we could have done better. But when I look back, though I try to do this as little as possible. Because the past cannot be altered only in Sci-Fi films. But sometimes it gives me more determination to go on. So this poem is entitled Dreams. And says in our dreams we can do or be anybody. Natures virtual reality.
How real a dream can be
when your mind has no limits.
A spirit wandering free
with no human laws to bar you.
In paradise and many exotic places
where you can find happiness.
Without fear of reprisal
from pleasent dreams to nightmares.
Time and space is ours at last
the physical body now resting.
Visit the future or past
be in a pantomime like cinderella.
King or Queen an Athelete or Popstar
is it imagianation or reality.
Sometimes nobody can honestly tell
when we have our personel dreams.
Thank you and bye for now. I hope all will be well.
