Sleep Walking

 

Dreams are best viewed at night.

As, when met by day

They hide the sun

With scenes of past splendours.

Chained to tomorrow

With future possibility.

Rosy hued rememberings

That cloaks the thorns

Of one’s humanity.

That paper over the cracks

In our “house of cards”.

Shimmering castles in the air

Until, the bubble bursts.