The Dreams, they cometh

Ages they were silent
Still and devoid
Empty nothingness
Todash they were

Now they swirl
spin and pulse
Vibrant and alive
Something has awoken

It yearned to be free
To live again
risen from the dirt and muck
it now spreads its wings

Like a phoenix from the ashes
My dreams flood my mind
Their meaning is unknown
Their purpose is random

But again I dream
By god, I Dream!