The Gift of Dreams

The Gift of Dreams

A Poem by Oswell Thatinswell

A Triolet on Dreams

When you Dream, you are sent over the sky
Dreaming you wake up with a crash
You sit up, and open one eye
You think about the life you've lead and start to cry
Without Dreams your lie in a pigsty
Dreaming you wake up with a crash
Wondering if you'd ever live the lie
Of a man without Dreams, for he is ash

© 2011 Oswell Thatinswell

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Added on March 10, 2011
Last Updated on March 10, 2011