Forgotten Dream's

In sundown's quiet where shadows mix,

Lies a domain where murmurs patch,

Neglected dreams on luxurious strings,

Moving delicately, where trust tracks.

When they sprouted in lively shades,

With giggling bound in morning's dew,

Be that as it may, time, a criminal with quiet effortlessness,

Took their flash and left no follow.

Underneath the stars, where wishes sparkle,

Spooky reverberations of a blurring dream,

They gleam still in heart's hug,

Looking for comfort, a delicate spot.

In secret gardens of the psyche,

Old longings contort and interlace,

Every petal delicate, a story turned,

Of fights battled, of races run.

The kid who longed for skies unbound,

Presently strolls a way in peril,

However in the quietness, murmurs call,

A coaxing to rise and fall.

For in the profundities of calm evening,

Neglected dreams actually hold their light,

They wait delicately, sweet and clear,

An embroidery woven of affection and dread.

So accumulate 'round these gleaming blazes,

Revive trust, restore the names,

For each star that disappears,

Is an opportunity to dream once more today.

Allow the memorable heart its flight,

In shadows cast by silvered light,

Embrace the murmurs of what was lost,

For in neglected dreams, we pay the expense.

Conscious, emerge, and look for the skies,

For dreams once covered can in any case emerge,

With boldness wild and hearts that long,

In neglected dreams, the fire will consume.