Dreams

Vaguely they dance
 Behind my sleeping eyes
 Almost not there.
 And are the dancers in my dreams
 the puppeteers who pull the strings
 through my waking days?
 In the plays my mind pretends
 A touch of reality always creeps in.
 And is the play something thats been
 or the plan for tomorrow?
 Within the darkness of the night
 Mystic dancers bring delight
 A puppet string fades from sight.
 And are the dancers in my dreams
 the puppeteers who pull the strings
 through my waking days?