Dreams

Dreams are what dreams say
In the world of Dreamland,
So diverse as they are
In a mix of postures they stand:
There are dreams, not so rare,
That often kill or scare;
Dreams abound, dreams so heavy,
That makes Realland a source of envy;
But also exist, dreams so light,
Dreams that buoy up in sea of delight;
Dreams there are, that neither hurt nor heal,
But they are, dreams still.

ONE DAY

"One day,'' we said
''One day'' came and went,
Faster than any day
Of all days spent.
But ''one day'' will come one day
And we won't let it go again;
Our journey to eternity will begin.