Dreams

At the edge of the universe,

admiring the galaxy,

countless specks at my feet,

and lamenting the 'dying star',

the final burst of colour,

as an ancient force self destructs.

Who took me there,

who spoke as the tour guide?

And then the next one,

the shattering of the blue lamp,

my favourite bedside object.

The falling from the tower,

knowing this is it,

the last moment of consciousness,

the last desire to live.

And the people who come in

and out of my sleep,

They tell me things

they never would

in my waking life,

Puns galore,

analysed with the rising sun,

and slowly the images fade away,

And I forget I knew so much,

till I'm reminded

by a subtle sign from the present,

you always knew that,

you only chose to forget,

you dream every night,

you only chose to day dream.