What is your first thought in the morning
When you awaken, feeling sort of grey?
Do you try to shake the cobwebs out
From your head and think- – ’tis another day?
Did you have a dream and wonder- -why
And perhaps, was it real, will it come true?
Will your day begin with such uncertainty
Or, put aside with others in a queue
To me, a dream’s a fact of the present–past.
Or of the future too. It’s put out in full array
To attract our attention to an aspect of our life
We maybe missed, or, it may be in decay
Whatever, there it is, as you begin another day
Not to worry or to fret of your day before
But if dream you did look into you mind to see
Do you have a match lying there in your core
If it’s in the past, is there a lesson for you?
Be it in the future, move it ahead in your mind
Should it be the present, Your ahead of the game
Your off and running, you’ll be just fine
You are awake now, The cobwebs have gone
Take a look at your day–Now concentrate
Maybe have a day dream or two
That is how things are done. it be our fate
We dream through the day
And through the night
Dreams become fact
They have might.
Copyright © 2010 Charles E. Frost
June 21 2010