• Hugh Loxdale


Updated: Feb 9

What are dreams... except a ragbag

Of images and emotions, some pleasurable

And comforting, others intriguing;

Others still terrifying and disturbing:

An incoherent kaleidoscope of bright colours,

Action and illusion,

Where the story line, however strong or weak,

Is often broken and not realistic, -

Hardly credible, so that we awake

Almost ashamed to relate the tale or tales

Of our sleepy, restless hours.

But then perhaps our conscious lives

Are much like this too – in fact...

And that all of life is indeed but a dream,

Punctuated by biological realties

And imperatives…including breakfast

That now happily approaches –

Boiled eggs, coffee…and all.

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