Do Dreams Glitter Or Remain Dull

Touching your skin glimmering with the subdued glow of the August moonlight suggests that every delusive dream seems real; if dreams don't have the glitter of stars, one might as well close his dreamy eyes and be carried into that world of unfeeling thrill, only to find out what he seeks lies down below earth that's hidden from the penumbrae that outgrow. Do dreams glitter or remain dull? Only reality perceives them as null, we, on the contrary, disparage them with subtle and virtual images culling them from those memories already faded into void darkness... is it really worth reviving them? Kissing you softly is too delightful, and seeing you trembling is a response so inviting; never did such lips have the sweetness of whispers multiplying the tenderness of every touch so subliminal! Do dreams glitter or remain dull? Will fantasy transform them into something more realistic as the senses that tickle fancy? Are we promised that our joy will be brimful as that cup from which we drank and felt full? Doesn't love overflow and encourages the living to give more without being so greedy?