The Changing of Reality

A War Poem I wrote in 2018

I was staring at the rain 
when young Jeff turned ’round from the hallway and stood next to me. 
I wondered what or who could’ve sent him to that wing of the corridor. 
My puzzled thoughts were interrupted when he said:
“I had a dream, mister.”
“What was it, young lad?”, I asked, putting my pipe down.
“I dreamt of a world”, he said slowly closing his eyes,
“Wh…