Dreams

A dreamer I am,amidst reality blues,
I dream of rainbows under sunset hues.
On dreams I walk,on dreams I stumble,
Reality braces me,yet dreams I fumble.
I can walk on pebbles with head on clouds,
Imagine wordsworth when tedium shouts.
I dream the happy behind awry ending.
As ties do break,if we forget the mending.
I could lie on grass and search all day,
The doodles on clouds that float away.
Have you noticed ever,or find it insane,
To watch raindrops race on a window pane?
Dreams are torrents on nights that are bland,
The glitter a butterfly leaves on your hand!
The ticking watch in your deepest sleep...
Wild flowers adhering to a mountain steep.
They are colours hidden in all gray things.
You dare the plunge,they give you wings.
Its dance to a crippled and life to a dead,
In a cup full of sense,its a spoonful of mad!
The wishes bizarre,thoughts that amuse,
So they are my violets,amidst reality blues!
-dp