The wonder of the dark

Dreams are like memories

Recurring in my mind –

When am asleep and when I drift to that lane

They seem so real – to touch, smell and feel

Making me feel like they are to happen in the near future,

Only to be a past remembrance

They pull me secretly away

Draining the little light left in my eyes

Till I finally feel nocturnal

On a magic pathway, I drift away

Almost to seem unreal though close

I’m a pinch away from the real world

But my mind seems to keep drifting further

It’s more comfortable in the unreal world.

Suddenly the light in my eyes increases

My eyes are strongly awakened by its brightness

They respond like a magic word has been pronounced – open sesame

Like a response to one’s name

The soft petal like world shatters

Its pieces to tiny to be remolded

It was all a dream – the words seem to fit in

Still another curious world appears

Formed from another scratch,

That appeared at the bottom of the valley.