Dreams are only as they seem 

 

Cotton drifting clouds, nothing more

 

Floating in winds that capture sleep 

 

Whispers of uncommon voices 

 

Playing notes with tender fingertips, 

 

Plucking the mind through the night

 

Then many we know, calling our name

 

Interrupting, changing what we knew

 

Then once again sunny skies spill into day,

 

Leaving us lost again and aimless.