Dream Land (Poetry)

I’ve gone through sleep’s dark heavy door
into those haze-filled lands
I’ve trekked unnumbered times before
across grey shifting sands.

I’ve wandered down strange city streets
as though I knew them well
my heart in tune with foreign beats —
faint music’s dip and swell.

I’ve lingered on some mountainside
and gazed long at the view —
the valley stretching lush and wide
a river running through.

Or stood on beaches looking out
at sunset’s orange glow
familiar landscapes that I doubt
the waking me would know.

Yet more than real such visions seem
I recognise each track —
the way it leads through night’s home-dream
and brings me safely back.