Dreams

We dream of the past
The present and if we
Can the future times,
Gossamer thoughts
Fall to pieces when we
Wake even as we try to
Write them down though
Future times may linger
Like the feeling of flight.
Nostradamus must have
Been engulfed by future
Dreams and visions which
Are a snapshot of a more
Complex tapestry of love
And hate that is humanity.
How pleasant to wake up
Refreshed with no memory
Of troubling dreams or of
Visions too wonderful or
Terrible to write about.
We all dream though most
Are spared from remembering
What is best left alone,
I dream mostly of the
Present and past but
Never of the future
Times and I am
Thankful for the
Peace of mind
Allowed me.
Better to
Dwell on
The past
And the present
Than to glimpse the
Future times to come of
Miracles of medicine
And a landscape of
Remnants of ours
Amidst a brave
New world
Like Rome
Today.