Tired weary eyes closing; drifting into a dream,
We`re all floating on that endless stream---
Long past memories; the future but a dream.
We`re all floating on "our" endless stream.

A world of fantasy; of make believe,
Meeting lost loved ones in our dreams.
Where all we desire, we can achieve,
"Where all" all! is not as it seems.

But while we dream; desire is good,
Where everything appears as it should!
To make it all real; if only we could,
So dream your dream; for all is good.

By Jim Noond.