Dreams

In a place where anything can happen
Where the mind is free to roam
But the body still lies at home
Pictures begin to form

No limitations and everything is right
A whole week can be imagined in a night
A week full of adventure and magic
For here is where the mind is free

As quick as it can come it is washed away
By a loud noise, or a soft touch
The mind returns to its cage, but with its last free thought
It softly, quietly, cries to dream again.