Dreamland Poem

Sometimes when i’m dreaming
in a place i’ve never been
I feel the strangest feelings
and see things I ‘ve never seen.

I see the clouds they float around
up in the coloured sky
and little beings down below
pass each other by

I never feel my hunger
I never seem to tire
and sometimes if i’m lucky
I float up higher and higher

The time it has no meaning
there is no slow or fast
I cannot see a future
I cannot see a past

The present is the only thing
that matters in Dreamland
and if you have a dream tonight
i’m sure you’ll understand.

Drift 3rd January 2003