in but a dream

in but a dream

sitting

laying

quietly listening

for the bell to ring

not knowing

the rogues

have stolen it from the steeple

and the people asked

who would do such a thing

an act so unholy

the innocent idiots pondered

with a disconnected wonder

from real reality

but they knew

the Village remained asleep

for in truth

no one really wanted to awaken

and face the toil of the day

which mirrored all their yesterdays

as far as they could embracingly remember

dreams were much more comforting

and in their conscious hours

that is all they spoke of

the maybes

and the babies

of this wondrous cosmic illusion

within the compartments of mind

we manufactured

closets filled with treasures

and we take pleasure

in our fractured understandings

in seeking and peeking

taking inventory

of our vain glory

and the possibilities

comparing

and sharing

the esteem

we somehow believe we possess

in but a dream

© 13 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.