Member Poem

 JUST DREAMS

Those images still flash across my brain
Of dawns and sunsets and nights in-between
When hours became sixty minutes again
No lasting record of where they have been
Nor a recollection of any scene
A fantasy, of that I’m really sure
Not a magic land with a fairy queen
I have no taste for that dream anymore

Nothing fancy, I wish for merely plain
An explanation that is pure and clean
A physical not ethereal, plane
Where skies are not coloured purple or green
But there’s many more sights I’ve not yet seen
Perhaps now my remaining strength is poor
With no stout trees against which I might lean
I have no taste for that dream anymore

No spinning in wind like a weather vane
Nor secret codes to work out what they mean
Such hard challenges go against the grain
But I don’t demand that all is pristine
Like some big glossy coloured magazine
I want it like it used to be before
Not painted garish shades of tangerine
I have no taste for that dream anymore

You know I seek no lamb nor kid to wean
And never wish to hear a lion roar
My nightmare calls me to the guillotine
I have no taste for that dream anymore