The Sweet Fragment Of A Dream Poem by DM W

O in the sweet fragment of a strange dream,
I came across a most beautiful scene.
I glimpsed some houses by a moonlit stream.
They were so golden and marked as holy.
They were described by a silver tongued bard.
Here are the wondrous, wise words that I heard:
'All aglow, blessed by the saffron moonlight,
These sturdy, old, holy houses remain
While we are born briefly and then we die.
Under the sun, we cling to fleeting days.
That is why we need to take time to pray.
O sometimes, we seem to have so much to say!
Better if we can open inner doors.
Better to acknowledge grief and sorrow,
Than waste all of our flashing tomorrows,
With false ways of living, false hopes and dreams,
Better to embrace the warm, tender light
Than be seduced by the stark, star- crossed night.
Better to remain still; notpursue wild desires
And find refuge in a quiet temple. That is why
These old, holy houses have lasted the ages.
Their spiritpunctuates history's worn pages'.