* Dreams...Sparks Of Hopes... Poem by Inner Whispers

Sparks of hopes like weaving dreams
Inner wants to achieve like flowing streams,
Whisper and blow, as dandylion soar up, carried by the wind
Close your eyes, hold your breath, cross your fingers,
Wait for the enchanment shower of it's existence!

Dreams come true, they say:
Wait 'till midnight, wait until the amulet drop,
Fight with raging Spirits, if you win, you got
The absolute power to possess of whatever you wish,
Giving you whatever you dream to have!

Dreams...Ahhh...I have them...
Will I remain a dreamer or be a weaver?