What Good Are Dreams

What good are dreams
if they keep disappearing
every time eyes wake up.

Only lived when asleep,
black and white is all we see
colour is the fantasy.

Ghosts and goblins, ghouls chasing fools
run, run faster
but nothing ever moves.

Ships lost at sea
a love that passes by
the two, never to meet.

Faces from the past
replaced with the present
to touch neither, would happen.

What good are dreams
when the key to unlock
is to sleep.