The moonlight paints across the lake
a golden path which dreamers take.
When sleep has set their spirit free
to visit realms of fantasy.
There hybrid monsters multiply
and birds can swim and fish can fly.
Large silver dragons sell ice cream
from motor bikes powered by steam.
Imagination knows no boundaries.
You can converse with passing trees
all students of theology.
Who claim divine authority.
The sleeping mind so easily
accepting unconditionally.
Things that the conscious mind would be
Examining more critically.
I wonder if I dared to take
that golden path while wide awake
Would I lose my identity
becoming just a fantasy?
24-Feb-08
ivor or ivor.e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/would-i-3/
