Dreams

In times of dark, when minds do bend, of tall tales it tells itself, quietly in one's head, do dreams awake something new, to the dreamer, these dreams bring something true, of slient bliss, while wishes stew, nither good nor bad, just idle thoughts, that tells us of things we ought, but may be made of one's reproach, where nightmares hold the dreamers' throat, but fear not dreamer still, for these dreams hold no will, a simple stirring leads to birth anew, to a dream that lifts its hue, a lighter color that is due, senses plugged on thoughts that make, a sleepers coil hard to wake, so best enjoy the time when made, a dreams ability to come and fade.