Dreams

Hopes and fears come dancing
within the deep of night.
Upon the stage of dreams they play
and disappear by light.
At times as unknown characters
their lines of script are read.
At others, friends and family
in scenes of joy or dread.

Sometimes recalling what was seen
when comes the waking hour.
But most remain obscure by day
without sleeps magic power.
Attempts made at remembering
a futile task at best.
So racking of the consciousness
is quickly put to rest.

To bad no mental bookmark’s had
to note the parting place.
What happened in the dream last night
then not so hard to trace.
And dozing off in this night’s sleep
that dream left I would find,
To finish and remember it,
and satisfy my mind.