The Power of Dreams

The power of dreams is a fascinating thing,
One can never predict what it can bring.
To decipher one is hardly met
And to realize, harder, that I can bet.

We fly, we fall,
And build castles so tall.
From emperors to beggars, we've seen them all
But deciding what one wants to be was never our call.
Tides-a-bringing, parts-a-linging,
What have we not seen while we were dreaming?
An intoxication so strong one never has felt.
Than a dream in motion that can never be dealt.
Why do we dream, a dream so real,
That makes all the surroundings so surreal?
Is a question for which no answer can be found,
That has left all the educated - unlearned and unsound.
The power and beauty of a dream is not
Those fantasies and nightmares that one is brought.
But it lies in this and this alone,
That gives the feeling that we have borne
So many experiences that was never felt before
A beauty, in itself has come to the fore.

The power of dreams is a fascinating thing.
But dont dwell too much on the mysteries it can bring.
For answers cease to exist
For those questions that never really exist.

The Lonely Sea

Dark and hollow the sky beyond,
Deep and murky the sea around.
With thunderous hooves they crash on my bow
Wet and desolate I am upto my brow.
With a torn flag and a broken hull, a ghostly ship beckons
To infinity and beyond, I get their summons.
The unwavering mist calls out to me,
So heavenly, I wonder what is to be
Of a paradise that I hear lays beneath,
As God descends with a holy wreath.
So easy it is to give up this fight
And to be anything than a ship upright,
For the seas below have treasures galore
Of men, of ships, of mysteries and more.
Never have I felt a wrath so beastly
Which brings with it force so ghastly.
But deep below is a calmness sublime
Unravaged by the sands of time.
I can stand the solitude no more no more
That has laid even the manliest in strife before.
As the sea engulfs me to its murky depths below
I feel a calmness as I await the final blow.
I drown and drown to be a part
Of those untold stories that have fallen apart.
Down I go to the bottom of the sea
This lonely, lonely sea.