Changing Dreams Poem by Auaduma Adookorn

Dressed in an immaculate robe of the empyreal,
she ride on muzzy clouds - a ubiquitous nocturnal queen, wade soft and sobre to her kraal

On streets of azure sky, stars flash, gleam and blink
in horror of the maiden queen seated in the convoy
of surging clouds

No time has a queen flex her luurrels to plume
the earth in a breathtaking silver silk -
the moon glide across the saphire sky
with curious necking eyes

We watch the elegant queen surge through
nonplus clouds, however; splendid and perfect,
she is faced with realities to reek her ray -

A man surges through the befogged haze
of realities, to lift up his ego, and porter onus
through foggy pages of living to arrive

Not without face-up with realities, on the way to life,
let's persist through thick and thin - only then
will life change our dreams into reality.