Here, for too short a while,
moments from reality,
you are in grip of dream and wonder
where gene cannot intrude.
Here, you run and jump and sing
unencumbered by fragile frame
and unresponsive limb.
Here there is no fear of falling,
no need of scaffold.
Here legs are lion -strong
agile as tree spanning squirrel
swift as day.
What passes as dream
behind open eyes
is lived in dream as reality.
Little wonder the enchantment of sleep
lures you easily into its siren embrace,
the curse of wakefulness holds no charm
save the look of love
from those who care.