An image, a picture, a sight is a dream;
A memory, in day, in night, a moment of bliss it seems.
Think of someone, picture a face and you feel different,
The picture is a fantasy, Blurred, sometime evident.
Sometimes frightening, a harsh nightmare,
Sometimes beautiful, like a bunch of flower fair.
A desire invoking ambition or a wish,
Sometimes true, or false, sometimes diminishing.
A flare of hope that goes on, for ever,
A happening that can lead to better.
A thing that gives courage to cope,
Something giving a view, giving a new hope.
So real, yet so strange, making brighter your life it seems,
A figment of nature, yet natural, that is a dream