Dreams

A poem i wrote as tribute to all my wonderful dreams that help me escape reality momentarily. :)

Dreams are rolling in,
like dark clouds before a storm.
Ever so slowly their tendrils creep
and find their way inside my sleep.
As i lay
unaware,
of anything and everything except
the vivid images in my mind

telling tales that compel and bind.

In those dreams of mine,
I fly. I laugh. I cry.
I am a princess. I am a peasant.
I am a pirate. I am a spy.
I am a man. I am a ghost.
I am whoever I want to be.
I am free to be me.

But as the moon gives way to the sun
and the first ray of light
quietly sneaks by,
the dreams end,
abrupt.
Leaving the dreamer hollow again
with only a trace of tingling warmth.
Nothing but mere pleasantries,
in a life filled with uncertainties.

"Dreams" by E.Y