if there were no dreams

 

if there were no dreams

the permanence would slowly take over

and the little escapes into the terrain of subconscious existence

would deliquesce.

the nights would have no meaning and the eyes would not rest

there shall be no solace, no yearning for the quest!

the sojourn shall halt and there shall be no night -

the nights that would otherwise bring together the different worlds,

sit by the horizon and sew the distance between the sky and the earth

and there wouldn't be lovers

who would yearn to seek their love in their dreams!

if there were no dreams,

there would be no expressions

the lit up mind wouldn't comprehend

the ecstasies of the languid nights!

alas! there would be no poetry!

if there'd be no dreams!

for poets who sleepwalk and catch fireflies

who would they possibly transpire in a state of wakefulness?

there would be no explanation for the idiosyncrasies!

if there were no dreams!