© Barbara Grace Lake


Between deep sleep and wakefulness
I sink into a softened bed
My pillow gently cradles me
Warm blanket snugs about my neck

But dreams then come within my view
Their vivid colors wash my day
A long gone cousin’s come to call
Dear Brenda always made me laugh

I see the patterned curtaining
And light that comes through window panes
So bright it seems unnatural
But I am cozy, comforted

Confused I ask where did she go
The dream so real it must be true
Which is more real, life or the dream
My comfort lies within the spell