When Have I Been Happiest? Poem by Edwina Reizer

When have I been happiest?
I think ‘twas in my dreams.
For then each scene I see
is stitched up at the seams.

But when those threads rip apart
and I awaken from my sleep,
I’m reminded again that the needle
pricks the skin too deep.

Too many troubles, too many woes
happening all around.
Not enough calmness in this world
and so it is I’ve found

that for these reasons I can’t wait
for night to bring me dreams.
Even if it’s just for a few short hours
I’m happiest then it seems.