Dreaming of a Better Tomorrow

I was fast asleep
some stranger knocked at my head
I woke up and saw nothing
in the darkness
but my head was wet.
I may have perspired
in fear

But no I was only dreaming my dear
Of a life on a desolate island
all sand around
no one to be found

I dreamed of becoming a poet
and lo and behold
I found myself near an oasis

palm trees swayed
I gazed
sweet ripened dates
fell on my head
I ate

then composed poems
on so many subjects
and became a Poet

Now all call me one
all neo poets know it
I have become a product
of a broken dream
I now hold on to all my dreams

A poet can never one be
if he cuts his own wings

So now I fly
I swim
I compose poems
and so many say
read
and you now know
Who