Riding On Hopes and Dreams

Hope and dreams both reside in me One has patience while the latter grows wings Hope is that feeling that sees me through Dreams are cherished ideas in different hues! Does hope intermingle in dreams among beds of flowers? Does time let hope hide within it hours? Or do dreams soar at night and gain some powers? Or does hope hum as those honey bees sing? Or are dreams born in the spring? Does hope trudge along a rugged trail? Or do my dreams soar on a dragons tail? Or will hope allow me not to fail? Or will my dreams be broken by the wind that tosses my sail? Will hope then pick up those broken pieces? And join all of those dreams floating in shards And pat my dreams and put me to bed? Or when I awake my hope and dreams be As thick as partners in crime instead! 25.11.22