A dream

I had a dream

it was so serene and when I did waken

from its  beguiling embrace

I did realize It never existed that place

the dream was my life and it

was not real

There was nothing normal nor Ideal

and my waking mind did realize

my dream world had never been my life..

But I was told a tale to believe

and in my dreams this was weaved

I never did ponder nor question any

of these tales

But allowed them to be memories that have since

failed..

For what was real was not the dream

it was the child inside  that screams

She cries for the myth implanted

that was told to mold a memory slanted

and no truth can yet be told

until that child becomes very old

Until then the dream is a lie

and I the child within will still cry

And while no one may hear me in the dead of night

At least the truth has become my new light

and those that spun those ideal tales

Are yet still spared the child's nightly wails..

For just beyond that dream in me

is the quest for reality

And if it dare not elude this child

I will run to it so free and wild..