The non-dreamer.

When I eat chocolate just before bed,
it has no effect upon my head.
No dreams or visions come in the night
to enlighten or impress, inspire or fright.

I wake in the morning, as normal as ever
crass, bold, unpredictable, clever.
And I wonder if the trade off, in my life so sweet,
is that my dreams are real, but I have untroubled sleep.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010