Sadder Dreams Poem by Naveed Akram

Sad dreams dig deeper,
The wells of sound are unleashed,
Everyone hears your call,
But the dead dreaming falls.

Just after the saddest nightmares
Become your dreams at night,
A clown of just appetite
Unveils, forming hidden gestures.

Sad dreams are so deep,
That final jests are from circuses,
Not circles or the triangles,
But deep down in the mind.

Let dreams inherit a realm
So entrancing that enchantment
Escapes your mind
For the enlightenment has progressed.

Depths of heaven are the depths
Of dreams, an example has overridden
The senses, justly pouring froth
Called plasma in the heart of the mind.