From the Author
From the Inside Flap
were more memorable, more alive,
than what you knew to be reality?
Haveyour dreams ever seemed so tangible
as to make you question upon waking
if you'd truly only dreamt them?
Havethey at times been addictive enough
to consume your waking hours,
blurring actuality and pretend together
until your wishes and passions
stare back at you with open eyes?
If only dreams could be reality,
that beautiful garden of sweet-smelling roseswe all long for.
But reality for me is no such bed of roses.
It is nothing but a field of unwanteddandelions.
--From the thoughts of