The Journey In A Dream Poem by Surya Pratap Singh

The night has been horribly beautiful,
Filled with the images of you plentiful,
Shall I call it a dream,
Or shall I call it a nightmare,
of the morning, it's 6 am,
And me waking lost on the land bare,
my head is scared to think of it,
the images that I saw of you,
On it, my heart lilts,
Walking around I try to recollect those words,
That you spoke to me in my dream,
Because with every passing second,
They vanish as vanishes,
The rush of adrenaline,
I have been chasing you in the woods,
In my deep sins and deeds good,
And then you arrived,
But there in my dream,
Where you were for me,
As the air is to leaves,
The sky is to clouds,
And the night is to day,
And where, have I traveled,
Into the yellow woods, half way