The Wolds We Visit

When we sleep
we drift up,
rising to 
a land of promise 
and opportunity.
A place where
we can dream,
and be ourselves.
We rencounter
the day,
and the day before,
going over it a hundred times
until it's branded in our minds.
We reveal our 
hopes and promises 
stretching them out into
a foggy recollection.
We sing 
to ourselves
of a land of tomorrow.