The dreams,
float in the air like buoyant bubbles of colour.
Dreams burst and bring to life a new idea of piece in the dark landscape.
The dreams burn away the nightmares with their pure liquid joy.
Dreams of beautiful and boisterous children playing ball in the back yard.
Dreams of valiant men and voluptuous women dancing around the ballroom.
Dreams beating back the world of war and hatred into oblivion.
The dreams battle the oncoming light of day.
The babies awaken from their soft and dreamless sleep.
Men awaken from their dreams of a burning world under their control.
Women slowly open their eyes from a dream of bleating horses on an open field.
Bursting bubbles of dreams disappear in the night plane.
Not to be remembered but never forgotten.