Where was your mind
At those nights you now bet
You hadn’t dreamt of anything?
It’s often said we dream every night
I wonder—how were those dreams
You let slip from your grasp?
Were they any wonder—
Were things out of line?
What secrets lay there?
Were you oblivious
In the face of grand fantasies
You would trade for reality?
Anyway, you’re back
Safe once again
Reveries That I Call Poetry 