To Dream

By Gerald Sumeracki

In the stillness of the evening When my cares are laid to rest In the solitude of inner peace To dream becomes my quest. I lay and ponder future things I probe the misty past I slip into a gentle sleep And rest does come at last. In the darkness of my inner mind I loose my self control I fantasize of good and ill Both play upon my soul. All dreams do have a purpose On this we can rely In morning light our life's renewed In sleepy waking sighs.