Dreams

Dreams
What are these allusions of the mind?
Are they mere thoughts
Drifting aimlessly around one�s head?
Or are they something more?
Something possibly to fear?
Or even dread?
No, never
Not ever, nor a day
Will a dream be something sour
Upon which our minds must dwell
A dream
Whether déjà vu or a simple wish of the heart
Is just a film upon the reels of our mind
Awaiting the moment when we are most at ease
To peruse it�s moving images
Upon the dark eyelids from within