Dreams

Dreams are a labyrinth
of hopes and desire
amix corners of terror
and dead ends of pain.
You can lose yourself
you wish the aisle never stopped
you wish to prolongue
a cherry of pure happiness
atop a hill of shame.
Don't wake me up
cause here is my land
where it all comes true
where I can touch you
but if you do
make it be you
and no-one else
not the day nor the parent nor a clock
cause when a dream breaks
anything can hatch:
please, gently pull it apart and make it true.