My dreams.

My dreams.

My dreams drop from the heaven
and ally with my mind.
My eyes shut their windows
and become blind.

They are blisses.
Drop down like dew drops
and shine in my mind,
like precious pearls.

My dreams change their roles.
In my childhood days I was obsessed
with fairy dreams.
But at young they were ceased.

My dreams became reckless,
like chariot horses,in my youth.
I dreamt I could win from east to west
and south to north.

Now I get rare dreams.
They aren't endless.
If they come once in a while,
recall me my bygone days.