It’s now dark, time to rest
And watch moving images of the mind
But where do these living portraits come from?
The question seems simple yet not easy to answer
Perhaps it might be God who creates or sends them
While asleep

These aren’t always for everyone
But the exhausted ones
They luckily taste their fruit-how sweetness
Such images, they say, scare at times
When you are given a nightmare, perhaps
And then you wake up!
At this moment in time, you try to figure out
What it really was
Then your mind comes back to its senses
Only to realize that it was a dream

Despite that
Most of them happen to be not true
Unlike when you dream of helping oneself under a tree
When the dream, as always, comes true
Then you for sure wake up in Waters
And finally call it a night