Pleasant Dreams

A soft pillow meets the head,
A doorway into the head as sleep is met.
And soon, what not, but to drift up to dreamland,
Taken by wants and wishes and needs.

And there in dreamland in the dead of night,
Your greatest wishes come true.
There seems no price to pay.
Ensnared one gets in its pleasantries.

No longer is one hurt and abused,
No longer is one sad and alone,
No longer is one in harsh reality,
No longer, No longer, No longer.

The dream dissolves in front of us,
The piece is smashed into tiny pieces,
As we awaken to each their own reality.
Reality rears its head and laughs.

So now the roles are reversed.
No longer is the night so dreary and long,
If pleasant dreams cradle our minds,
And dawn is the thief.