I was looking into the magic box of colours
and saw a kaleidoscope of dreams ready to
be released to those with a vision.
I saw the dream of a farm hand and his
milkmaid girlfriend, they were getting married
and the dream was to lease a bit of land and
start a pig-breeding farm. A dream measured to
the reality of what was possible.
Most dreams in the box were fanciful, the ones
one smiles about in mature years, yet worth
dreaming as it makes the dreamer aware of colours'
shifting hues. Sifting through discarded dreams
I didn't find mine, which I was glad of, because my
dream is yet to be fulfilled.
