Inside our dreams resides a secret bliss
When pains of life are silenced in a kiss
What greater dream exists beyond all this
On darksome nights beneath the sleeping stars?
And while old men smoke their Cuban cigars
To haunting serenades of broken guitars
They argue over politics of time
Or the lost details on figures of crime
But in our dreams there’s new mountains to climb.
It is a dream nothing more that is all
Yet it is here we’re safe and free to fall
In love; my love in dreams I hear you call
But do you hear me when I answer you
With the pledge my heart is forever true
© JG Farmer 2014
Form: Lunatic Sonnet