Dreams (Untitled)

A little before sleep
And a while before our dreams become reality
When our bodies relax
And our minds unwind the day
Our spirit flexes, uncoils itself from daytime slumber
Ready to spring unharnessed from its captor.

With energy we soar
Released from tiredness and pain
True freedom only the knowing can explain

Half our lives we spend in sleep
So half our lives we are free to keep
Whatever rendezvous we may desire.

There is no prison can contain us
Every thing and every place is ours
We can be part of every distant sunrise
And Rise unerring to the stars.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985