Stardom Sights Of Mysteriousness

Our dreams are like twinkling stars shining in the night then fading away before the bright morning light
A conspicuousness of clarity crystal clear illuminating  incontestably betwixt the midnight’s sphere
Positively real, beyond any doubt but one wakes up in the morning and that sparkle has went out

Rainbows of reveries come and go within the shadows of the eventides sudden glow . Faces in places from fictional fabrication all conjured up in one’s vivid imagination . Potentially powerful brilliantly beaming like a star, one’s eye-opening of the extraordinarily bizarre . Why an earth do we dream ? Should we not shut-off when we sleep ? What makes our mindfulness chimera so deep ?

Although dreams may be delightful in a moment of bliss as one tries in vain to reenact and reminisce, nightmares are trials of tribulations,  devilish, diabolical hallucinations . But just like stars with shimmering sparkles they dematerialize and dissolve from memories startles . Shimmers of scintilation and secretness, our stardom sights of mysteriousness