Where Dreams Await

Dreams are the mystery of sleep, Sometimes we feel like we've dreamt for hours, But they say we dream just before we wake, A few moments that's all it takes. Why do we dream of random things? No one knows what the next dream may bring, Is it a look into our next life? Maybe those unusual events will unfold, When the time is right? I've always found dreams fascinating, It's a place where our loved ones Show up now and then, It's a place we can visit, During sleep again and again, The wonders of dreams are a pure mystery, They are waiting for you, They are waiting for me. Jayne Louise Davies