I Dream

Too little for my liking.

Fact: When I was a child I had dreams about Dream- as in the Lord of Dreams, whatever people may call him. I always referrred to him as Dream in my mind. We would talk about things- the weather, my first day of my first year of school, what Dream did when he wasn’t talking to me. More ofter, however, he would have something to show me. I’d end up following Dream all of who-knows-where and in the end, I’d lose him- in another dream, of course. I can’t remember what he looked like, but I do remember him being a kind and patient young man. His eyes always smiled. I miss him- I want to be led into dreams by Dream again before I die.