What is a dream but a lost fantasy wind?
Fickle and saccharine and full of lies to rescind.
What is a dream but dust?
For crumble in someone’s fist it must.
What is a dream but rays of silver moonshine?
It fades to nothing at sunrise, line by lovely line.
What is a dream but a vain boast?
Reason will never wrap it closed.
Then what fool cares for dreams,
Or yearning or pining or wishing
When your heart lies on another’s palm?
A dream is unreal-
What truth does it hold?
What is a dream?
Just hope that melts on your tongue.