Colin F. Jones


I once wrote of dreams a very long time ago,
For when I was young I bathed in them you know.
I felt excitement; elation bold and free,
And loved to dream of whom I’d like to be.
In all my thoughts were the fairest Angels set,
In wonderlands that still elude me yet
For I knew no thought that promised less than peace,
Though in my life it seemed hardship increased.
Dreams tend to fade when reality injures thought,
When the heavily booted nightmares do distort,
The images of sweet Angels with dark capes,
And savage eyes from which we can’t escape.
Atrocities deliver injuries to sweet dreams,
That beautiful thought by it is turned to screams.