Days begin for me with dreams and end with the same,
my dream is to dream a different dream everyday.
A dream that's different and colored than the earlier;
A dream thats more embracing me.
Hence, I gather a little hope each day, step onto my sock and cover my skins under the blankets.
Closing my eyes to this whole new world was heavenly.
A world with more surprises and joys.
A tale that's told to me by the angels of the heaven,
a place were god meets her children,
a realm wherein there was utopian happiness.
Excitement was always the emotion that i carry before the dreams,
the end was like making me rip off from my lands of wonder...
This time I followed the same pattern,
a little hope as seasoned during earlier times.

It was gleamy and the trees bowed to me,
the birds around shy and the tigers colored in violet dancing,
the humans were the same look-alikes,
every women, men the same...
they looked upto me and started their routines,
none were disturbed, none cared.
I took a while to gaze at the lakes
and i found the blister fishes talk,
the skinny turtles blurb,
they were loud and gulpy;
Not less than a fairy land,
not less than a dream.
I looked around' in awe and heard someone say that
down the aisle was the gardens of Babylon.

© thepoetharri