The power of dreams is often underestimated. Dreamers are seen as cut-off from reality.
But, reality is unkind.
Dreams have a mysterious curative power. From the depressing depths of failure they can push you on to the heights of glory with the catapult of hope. After all every champion did begin from dreaming of being one.
This day may have far too many,
Strange voices knocking your door.
The sun may throw its straight,
hot burning rays on your thirst.
The winds may fail to move,
Even a tiny grain on the floor.
High above this earth a dragon,
May scourge your luck in submission.
Spew dreadful fires, the suffocating smoke,
Burn your thatched roof, your home.
Blow Clouds, paint black this sky,
Shower you, the acid rain.
But the yielding sun will set,
To the power of this holy night.
The dragon will sleep,
To the power of its unholy lust.
The goddess of night will shower peace,
And will bring you a new dream.
Dream will show you tomorrow,
When the sun will devour the dragon,
Vaporize water to clouds, to rain.
To wash away all your pain.
And your thatched roof will stand,
To give your rightful shade.
PS: Simply dreaming won’t help either 😉