On the wings of dream

On the wings of a dream by Caryl Bryer Fallert 

Lost on the wings

of my dreams

I fly away 

from this poor

earthly life.

I dream and enjoy

the pleasures of imagination.

I fancy there is

no war,

no illnesses,

or hatred.

I wish there were 

no children suffering,

no crime

or poverty

on the face of this planet.

But then when I wake up

my heart starts bleeding

for everything I dreamt

is nothing

but 

a fearful cold

Lie!

Maria Dulce Branquinho