#WritcoPoemPrompt89
Cosmic and silver lined dreams,
More than a castle in the air,
Crisscrossed shade and sunny gleams,
It's time to disconnect from it and travel somewhere

Slip beneath the pillow’s spell,
And drift from heaven into hell,
To lose control of conscious mind,
The secrets of our soul to find

Materialistic world and monotonous day,
Might be reality or a dream.
Dark night, moon dispersing high beam,
A dark room having sparkling silvery door

Jingle bells ringing and giant dinosaurs chirping,
Cold breeze blowing and birds are chatting,
Owl messengers in the sky with letters in their mouth,

In a sleep, the master is free to prey.
On untold thought which nightly stray.

© LoneWolf