Only in Dreams

In fairy tales is a Land of Nod,
Pink clouds, a crystal lake.
A shore of magic goldenrod.
Only in dreams, not while awake.

These days news makes us shiver.
Shake the blues, want to run away.
Like a lion’s roar, we quake and quiver.
We all look for a peaceful holiday.

Who could ever imagine?
We’d all wear masks, just like crooks.
Vibrant rainbows, a comment of fashion.
This mythical time will live in history books.

Now it wears on our shared emotions.
Reality has thrown us a terrible curve.
People dying. Lungs; torn tattered oceans.
Out of the blue, a virus no one deserved.

Today , my heart beats with vibrant hope.
A wonder vaccine can be a new beginning.
Americans are resilient, await a needle poke.
We are a people who relish winning.

Until normal days come around,
We can listen to Roy Orbison’s sound.
In dreams, we travel to another world.
Whisper for places magical, not disturbed.


By Kathie Stehr
December 14, 2020