Dudes n dudettes! Here's one of my poems. Go easy on it ok.

Dreams

a figment of my imagination
or a deep desire, unknown by day
it's hard to interpret these 'visions'
for i'm afraid of what they might say

a nightmare keeps me writhing
leaves me sweating on a cold winter's nite
but a dream, makes me wish i'd never wake
cause i see HER smiling face, all alight

are dreams meant to be just dreams
or do they ever become reality?
wud the world be a better place
if our dreams became actuality?

But all this doesn't matter a dime
For when i hear the clarion call
I know I'll look at my life past and say
it wasn't a dream at all

Luv

Sheldon