Dreams

A dream,
A fragment of a thought
A fiery desire hidden behind a solace face
It all begins,

When the sun closes its eyes at the end of the day
For the moon to put its pretty light onto display
The curtains slide and the spirits hide
Armed and ready to go for a ride

Into the pit of imagination we slip
Depths of which we yearn to visit
Reaching out for the best of the best
But sometimes caught in a spider's web

Dear friend please do not struggle
By doing this you only look for trouble
Mother Spider is just an illusion
Only present to create a confusion