Mythology Of A Dream

I

Dream on, dear

My darling

Everything you have

Done, and dared today

Is going to be

Reverted tomorrow.

Don’t be sad,

Don’t feel yesterday

But live tomorrow

But only if

you allow it.

Because it is

Still

Under your control

With this tale,

My birdy Spring.

Remember this always

That everything you

Say or do,

Everything is going

To have a reflection

Tomorrow.

II

Everything without exceptions

Not ever again

You will feel

The daunting pain

Tomorrow.

You will forever

Understand

Everything you do

It’s going to

be driven around

The carpe Diem.

You must believe

in yourself, only

In your dreams

Every single day.

If you don’t

No one will

Ever believe

Nor believe

In what you

Believe.

Because your dreams

Are your dreams.

In your dreams

They will be

Only purely yours

Because no one

Will ever care

About you did

Nor about your

Dreams.

Only you are

Able

To fulfil them,

Ever.

You are capable

To fill them.

Make them come

True.

Be sure always

Or you're going

To regret forever.

Remember the dreams

You have had

They are your dreams

Forever.

III

Dreams take flight,

Stars ignite, shining bright,

Love's sweet delight.

Oh, dreams!

Ethereal visions of the mind,

That weave tales of wonder,

Hopes intertwined.

In the depths of slumber,

You come alive,

Unveiling worlds where possibilities thrive.

With closed eyes,

I embark on a grand flight,

Into realms of fantasy,

Where day turns to night.

Through starlit skies and uncharted lands,

Dreams lead me to where imagination expands.

Dreams, you are the architects of my desires,

Building castles of hope that the heart aspires.

You paint portraits of what could be,

Guiding me to the person I long to see.

IV.

In dreams, I chase the sun as it kisses the sea,

Dancing with shadows in a joyous spree.

I dive into oceans, weightless and free,

Exploring the depths where mermaids be.

V.

Dreams, you're a symphony,

A melody pure,

Where every note echoes,

Forever endure.

You compose the soundtrack of my soul,

A harmonious blend that makes me whole.

VI.

Through dreams,

I meet souls from distant lands,

Sharing stories,

Holding each other's hands.

Together we roam through ancient times,

Discovering secrets,

Unravelling rhymes.

VII.

Dreams, you're the canvas where colours bloom,

A tapestry woven with passion's loom.

In strokes of brilliance, visions unfold,

A masterpiece painted in stories untold.

VIII.

Dreams, you're a sanctuary,

A sacred retreat,

Where the wounded

Heart finds solace and heat.

You heal

You mend the wounds

Of life's bitter strife,

Breathing hope,

Restoring faith in life.

IX.

Within dreams,

I'm a poet,

With wounds

I'm a poet.

Words flow like streams,

Ink spills,

Creating verses like sunbeams.

The power of language,

In dreams it abounds,

Capturing emotions,

With each word it resounds.

X.

Oh, dreams!

Your wings carry me high,

Through the vast expanse of an endless sky.

You gift me the courage to reach for the stars,

To chase my aspirations, no matter how far.