Dreams...

Aah dreams...
What art thou made of?

Beautiful and bright,
Like the moon at night...

Magnificent, thou come when I sleep...
Elusive, thou be to catch...

Thou art so simple...
Yet so complicated...

But I don't want to figure thou through...
Coz the pleasures of life...
Are better enjoyed than thought of...

Yet, when I wake up...
I know in crimson and grey...

That though just a dream,
Thou keepeth my hopes...

Aloft and alight, to tread the new day...
Happy and blissful to enjoy everyday...