Some things that can’t be seen,
Come alive when presented in dreams.
Little things that cause riot in your head,
Become exposed as you lie in bed.
They flicker and flutter ;
Bounce across your view in a clutter.
Making up images to a perfect tune,
Just like they do in a children’s cartoon.
Then they begin to fade,
Because the sun rays fought the shade.
And there in the depths of the room ,
A beautiful feeling starts to bloom.