Dreams Come True Poem by Thapelo Lebesa

In the mist of the blue moon I dream,
with thoughts so pure like a golden stream,
I see myself as a star,
being born to shine very far.

In my sleep I never talk,
for a silent journey I should walk,
In this hallow dream alone I stand,
but slowly i build my own dreamland.

Day by day I feel like I'm getting closer,
when reality comes to that point of exposure,
then I know the sky will turn blue,
and my dreams will soon come true.



Thapelo.G.Lebesa