Dreams appear
Not only at night
They roam
In our mind
All the time.
Drifting clouds
Some times
They let go the sun
Spreading warmth
In life.
It all depends
Which way
The wind blows
Up they fly
Without wings
Touch the roof
Or disappear
Without leaving a trace.
At times
Dark threatening and dense
In gloom they hang
Till tears
Drop like rain
And clear the skies.
Dreaming dreams
We live
Without we die
Chisel our lives.