What of daydreams?

What of daydreams?

Is it ours to wonder

When and where we like

Even though the world

We inhabit

Is in extremis

And all about

Is set to fall

Can even those poor souls

With lives balanced by

Even the merest

Hint of thread

Dream of love

And better days.

What of dying?

When life

Is fast fading

The balance

Badly tilting,

A body rent with pain

And eaten

By the rapacious

Lust of disease

So blithely unforgiving

Does that mind

Still wander

Into better ways.

Seeking mysteries

Asking questions

Still to be resolved.

In such moments

As worlds collide

In desperate seconds

That stretch into eternity

Do the daydreams die.

Or merely pause,

Evolve.

Re-imagined?

Does life become

What once was dreamed

In and out of slumber.

And will that

Fractured image

That once was whole,

Coalesce

Into a dream fulfilled.

Will that then end

Our boundless minds

Eternal wanderings,

Or is that circularity

A curse,

As well as our salvation.

We are both here and there,

And in seeking,

We exist.

In truth,

As well as in

The wildest of imaginings.

Daydreams

Become the making

And breaking of us,

As time begets time,

And the days dream on

Into the never ending.