The night must have thought before parting ways with dreams
They cannot rest here forever, it’s morning’s wish to lead them elsewhere
How sublime the night was and dreams unreal descended here
Cared for till the Earth taught them to speak in a language known to the senses
Hoping, the turmoil won’t affect their spirit with some persistent malaise
Morning assuages the fears of dreams being altered with malefic intent
They will be taught to meditate on the possibilities of eternity
Restore faith in dreams and their ability to transform the mind and spirit
~Amitav
