Dreams

DREAMS Dreams are not what I see when I sleep It’s what keeps me awake when others sleep It makes my foamy bed stronger With the trigger to achieve them hither I see a candle lit by the corner Looking up to the ceilings which I cannot reach out to With villains cry dangling in my ears Hence I listen to the words of my heart Fierce darkness encrypts my eyes Goose bombs rent my body Retrogressing out of the company of fear I am challenge by the melodies of my dream Which rings in my head like the sound of strings With a reanimated spirit I sail To produce realism out of my dreams Then I recall that dreams come true when the day is tomorrow Darkness makes me more appreciative of sight As silence thought me the joy of sounds