Dreams are windows
Wormholes
Portals
Where we are free to be
To see
Do, feel, dare.

Where time can be bent
and wishes can be granted
Truth can be met
and the impossible
can be achieved
Peacefully
Gracefully
Or perhaps
not at all.

Dreams are the territory
of lost souls
and found treasures.
Playground of freedom
Prison cell for the fearful.

Nothing there
needs to make sense
and yet
everything has a reason
or an explanation
to exist.

Symbols are clues
hidden thoughts
and everything else
is utterly
Absolutely
and undoubtedly
yourself.

You naked
Unmasked
Exposed
unjudged
and unhedged.

A place to allow
recognise
and know
thyself

Dreams are the magic within
an the untouched universe
of possibilities.

Ephemeral
dew drops
melting drapes
and tea parties
Stars, moon
lake, lawn
and infinite paths
to nowhere
for noone.

Your secret spot
to discover
what dreams
are [really]
made of.

Luciana Mariano ©