Dreams

On wheels drawn by Pegasus of gold, The silver sphere descended on the sky. Ere her silver rays could touch the world, The world was lulled to a drowsy sleep. A misty solitude did fill the air , Morpheus with Lethe at his feet, Alight on the drowsy souls, Painting it with fantasies and thoughts. Colourful delusions would so fill our souls, This ecstasy reviving the hearts, Like honey dew on morning rose, Like fountains that arise amidst sandy wastes, Instilling new spirit in the lifeless wastes, Dreams rise in barren hearts. If dreams be not there then life would be Like fishes that swim in frozen sea. For hearts with no dreams are Eagles with no pinions, Unable to soar, destined to groan. When the golden rays of the golden globe, Glitter past the glistening sky, Morpheus soars into oblivion, Into some mysterious solitude, Waking our souls to harsh realities. But the sweet thoughts of that enchanting ecstasy, Would so reverberate in our hearts, That all would long and wish again To be in Morpheus’s arms again.