Dreams

Dreams

There is a place where lost dreams go,
when they are gray and old.
When they mean nothing to the dreamer,
who has something new to hold.
The dreams float by as if on clouds,
covering the darkness of night.
The dreams leave you when it is time,
they fly on towards the light.
Dark dreams float and light dreams too,
on seas of broken hopes.
There's nothing left to bring them back,
for they are not tethered by earthly ropes.
The dreamers down on Earth, you see,
replace each dream they forget.
They dream of brand new things all day,
they haven't run out of dreams just yet.
So smile, dreamer, and dream away,
you who paint the world so bright.
Rest assured, your dreams never die,
they leave only when the time is right.