Dream - just a

You say Etruscan, I say Egyptian.
It doesn’t matter, it’s just a dream.
It’s not just a dream. I can fly.
I can run up hills and be
Ravished by the space and the view and
The strangely contrasting colours.
Never “just a dream”.
He steals the shard of field found ceramic,
And runs, in unlikely shorts, away
Like a small boy.

It’s just a dream.