What May Be a Dream?


By Alyssa Ahlert


Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?

Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?

The silent longings of the heart set free

To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.

A dream is as a morning mist of spring;

Refreshing, light, and gently promising

To all who sleep and wake in time to catch

The welcome peace and glory they behold.

But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring

When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!

The plaintive heart starts longing once again

To sink into the realms of possibility.