Dreams

Like rainbow colours, they fill
a mind full of eccentric life
with infinite ceilings to reach
dances with light and vivid images
inert body, and in myriad places already
ideas, fantasies, fears, strengths, love
come at every forty winks.
Circular expectations chance our mind
reflect our soul, our deep dreams
chancing us with life’s many curves
like night’s many stars they emerge
leave traces like droplets on a misty morning
vanish on the hint of a waking sun.
Dream
of beacons to shine on
into the blackness of our night.