Dream

I am five
Trying to go
To sleep as my
Father stops by my
Bed and whispers to
Me to dream of ponies,
In my teens stretching out
Arrogant in youth strong smart
About to fall asleep I hope to dream
Of ladies smiling but by my thirties
I dream of flying by far the best
Dreams yet soaring with the
Wind among the clouds
High above the fields
And streets below
I am a leaf on
The wind
Even
Now I
Still dream
Of flying once
In awhile and smile
As we are made of our
Dreams each a lathe of God
Trying to remember what
We resolved asleep we
Could not face awake
Many not able to
Recall what we
Dreamed but
Sometimes
Rewarded
With a
Dream
Come true.