I endorse my dreams to stroll around

To the netherworld that dominates

My intense animated thoughts

I charge my dreams to chase

The drenched and darkened clouds

Moist-clad, misty and musky

Finding them often nearing in ease

Gliding past in vengeance

Frisking one over the other,

Sometimes in jubilant clashes, thundering

Flaring in fury

The tints of anguish vanishing

Storming away the dregs of lacerated grit

Bestowing behind

The ever clear droplets of brilliant light!

Now I direct my dreams

To dive deep down

Get sponged, rinsed and bathed

In the fresh downpour

Cleansed and adorned in grandeur

I would interlock them with my elated resolves.