Dreams

Poem i thought up after a long nights rest.

How long must I wait,

Wait in the night,

For my memory to come home,

From its weary flight.

At day it is trapped,

Night it is free,

At nighttime it comes wandering,

Looking for me.

While I am at home, 

Asleep in my bed, 

Always waiting for my memory,

To come home and stay.