" Dreams are whispers of the heart's deep core, Where imagination knows no bounds, and more. Some dreams are vivid, like a sunrise bright, Full of hope and promise, a new light. Others are surreal, like a midnight sky, Where the strange and fantastical pass us by. Some dreams are lucid, like a gentle stream, Where we swim in consciousness, and make our wildest schemes. Others are nightmares, like a darkened room, Where fears and anxieties make our hearts gloom. But all dreams are precious, like a rare gem stone, A window to our soul, where our deepest secrets are known. So let us cherish dreams, in all their forms, For in their mystery, our true selves are transformed. ©twisha ray "