A Dream

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
Where there was no shadow to be seen
The sun had burned them all
I couldn't see mine at least.
And a car engine was singing love songs for its tyres.
And a bird was flying high, it had golden wings.
And a feather fell, it turned a broken rock into a well
And quenched the thirsty, apple tree.
And then rang a bell.
I saw poetry floating through the skies
People drinking music through their eyes
And then even in the day, out of nowhere, out came
A thousand fireflies
They taught us to fly
And we flew away
And reached a graveyard
Where we dug a grave
And buried all our sorrow
And dreamed of another bright tomorrow
We dreamed on, We played
It seemed there will never be a night
It was no nice, we needed no shade
No spade even, to dig the grave
And we played
And played
People were laughing, crying even!
But tears were all the happy ones
And I wondered why they had saved them all, till now,
For no reason!
Maybe it was just one of my dreams?
But Who knows? Maybe it was the real thing
And reality is not just what it seems?