One time,
I had a dream.
I was
Running, with no destination
Running, with no worries
Running, because I wanted to run.
My hair
Was winged behind me;
It was
Flying, with no wind
Flying, with no weight
Flying, because it wanted to fly.
I awakened
Startled.
What kind
Of unusual dreams
Was I dreaming?
Then
I realise
That perhaps
It isn't startling,
Not one bit,
Not at all
That I dream
Unusual dreams.
After all,
Not all dreams come true.
