The illuminated color of dreams
Sweet and tragic with utterance glowing
It always adiates in our mind flowing
Like the most peaceful coruscating streams
Separating the reality seams
Pretty things sometimes hide and not showing
Dark sky and silence, are overflowing
Some other things need dimness so it gleams
Like the coruscate auras of the lights
A hued reflections like luminescent
When the light dances it seems it writes
Viewing it beside the moon-shaped crescent
I wanna see you after a long flight
With peace, watching the light like fluorescent
