A Dream Poem by welkin siskin

He who catches the wings of dreams
Is but the hard hit, toiling one
For he dreams not in screams
But in persistent, passion and fun.
Should there passion be in heart
That fuel the hungry minds,
How could one desperately depart
To be divested of light that shines.
Should there persistence be
That fuel hungry minds
How could one desperately depart
From all that destiny binds.
Should there fun be at work he indulges in
How would not everything in his life spin
Bringing in the merriments of destination.
@ welkin siskin