Poezja

 
Dreams:
Sweet like cotton candy sweetly enriching one's sleep
with clouds of goals and hopes in life
as one sleeps and dreams deep at night
with dreams as sweet as love itself
 
yet painful as hurt  itself
in knowing that even the sweetest dreams
can dissipate into smokes of  incense
leaving nothing more than ashes
of one's own dead dream to be buried deep 
 
in a dark chasm of lost dreams right before one's eyes
as the candle of sweet dreams is melted away
into the night dissipating incense
of  spirits of  dead dreams
haunting the souls of men
 
who are making their journey through the
chasm of lost dreams crying out in need
of help like one's darkest hour on Earth
lurking in the shadows of dreams
in sadly knowing that not all dreams can
last forever and stay as sweet as love itself