you know his colours
their the same as your dreams
and when he appears
he’s not what he seems
you know his colours
their the same as your dreams
and when he appears
he’s not what he seems
my dreams are of stars
that swirl in the night sky
the light of the moon
allows me to see
a reflection of mine
before the sunrise
the sky is clear
a pink hue
amidst the blue
over the horizon
dreams are perceived
upon our awakening
As dreams become our reality
We look towards the stars
When we lie in each other’s arms
Abandoning ourselves
Rendering us defenceless
Entwined thoughtout space and time
Together crossing the threshold
The unwritten language
Of lost scripture
Can only be read
By the clairvoyant
dreams lead into dreams
let your conscious fly away
as the subconscious governs the night
succumb to Morpheus
let him be your guide
as you venture ever further
to reach an understanding
when you wake
and try to remember
has this been your life
that when you close your eyes
you are seeking surrender
in dreams
starlight during the day
I hear her call
moonlight shines down
I see her fall
escape down a fire escape
to hide from them all
embrace dreams
to hold a candle too
reposition life
to a standstill
beckon forth from within
thirst for knowledge
the key to begin
in streams I swim
through dreams I communicate
adorned am I
by golden idols
breath deeply
and you can feel it
a difference of sound
he embarks on an adventure
with a surprise, the price of coin
monsters to defeat
the day of reckoning
with Roach by his side
and the bard playing the lute
witches call him:
invading his dreams
of destiny foretold
and although it may seem
that their are few, who love him
a message is written here
right below his name
The Witcher
let the rain fall on me
as I see my future
in a distant land
of neon lights
and concrete dreams
developing each moment
the fathomless beginning
a knowing purpose
transcendent being
rainbow in the sky
ever changing light
from one point to another
parting the clouds
following our dreams
destiny intertwined
passing moments
though they seem familiar
they are in fact unique
making memories
searching for something
that remains hidden
the meaning of life