I long to visit unknown Kadath
in my dreams at night
Realms of wonder and adventure
of spectacles to delight
the eye and inspire the mind

But my dreams are more mundane
nothing special, not quite
Scarce worth remembering
when the darkness turns to light
and the real world imposes again

When I was young I dreamt
of flying like a kite
admittedly, too, were nightmares
like falling from a height
I know my dreams were special, once

In resignation I turn to
what daydreams I might
conceive of to fill the void.
They have not the bite
of true dreams, but still,

they comfort me, and having such control
I always win the good fight
I can replay and edit,
always striving to get it right
until I dream true dreams again