While We Sleep

As moonlight embraces the silence,
the rush of each day is forsaken.
Upon world, serenity sprinkles.
Our dreams from their slumber, awaken.

With eyes shuttered while we are sleeping
can see visions spark in the night.
So vivid are images captured.
A fantasy glitters, so bright.

For dream is like treasure chest buried
with deep rooted secrets that thrive.   
Provides us a stage with a spotlight
where subconscious thoughts come alive.  

With others can’t share our illusions.
No one can see images shown.
For we watch a private held viewing
of movie, to others unknown.

Soon dawn starts to peek in horizon,
as moon leaves with deepest regret.
Serenity makes its departure.
Then plot of our dream, we forget.

Birds gather, start playing their music.
Sky welcomes the morning’s new light.
Again, we start gathering wishes
to dream in the magic of night.