We share our hopes our minds our dreams

Along with all such things that dwell inbetween 

Sit on benches in twilight evening

Relaxed in life, seeking, gleaning,

Many things but mostly dreaming

As around the chaos swirls 

Visions of cafes, park life, elegant ladies, boys and girls 

All manner of life so often seen

But is it real? Or just another dream within a dream?

I close my eyes and drift away embracing sleep

End the day.