You come to us every night,
Like the stars that give us radiant light.
You never visit when the eyes are open,
Yet, come on tiptoe to scribble on our brain.
You come in black and white colors,
To bloom our fanciful flowers.
We fulfill our fervent wishes,
With your pleasant and lovely kisses.
Creating a duel between the Ego and the Superego,
You show us images that are cryptic.
Expressing itself in symbolic languages,
The unconscious probes even deep.
Says psychoanalyst, Sigmund Freud,
That during Dream, the sub conscious dominates.
We consider you as invisible,
Like a hollow man, who is invincible.
You come and go,
Leaving us in woe.
We bid you adieu, dream,
To come again as a rushing stream.