The Power of Dreams

In the calm of night, when the world lies still,

Dreams stir, with a voice to excite.

Delicate murmurs of trust, they tenderly talk,

Directing our hearts to the objectives we look for.

They ascend with the sunrise, in the illumination of day,

Filling our means, showing the way.

A dream, a flash, in the profundities of our spirit,

A compass to direct, to restore us.

No mountain too high, no sea excessively wide,

With dreams as our wings, we vanquish the tide.

Through preliminaries and fears, when shadows develop tall,

Dreams lift us up, declining to fall.

In snapshots of uncertainty, when the way appears to be muddled,

Dreams are the light, pursuing away apprehension.

They discuss a future, splendid and untold,

An embroidery woven with strings of gold.

For dreams are the seeds, in the nursery of life,

Sprouting with fortitude, in happiness and in difficulty.

They convey the commitment, of what we can be,

Unfurling our wings, liberating us.

So esteem your fantasies, let them take off,

For in their hug, we find our strength.

The force of dreams, is a power so stupendous,

Turning murmurs of trust, into reality's hand