N.N Poem

I stayed up late one night, as I do once in a while
Still awake, I sailed down the river of dreams
I had poems in my heart; I had music waiting to come out
I was dreaming out loud

I walked like in an old cliché
In pouring rain, down the empty street
And the only music there
The drumming of my feet

Why do dreams come so easily?
When you are alone in the night
When the only sound is silence
And the darkness is shining bright

You walked along with me
I took my dream by the hand
The rain turned to gentle mist
Water turned to land

Why are dreaming so easy?
Why are realities so hard?
Coming down from the stars
When the new day starts