Theater of Dreams

Solitude shall find your nest,
said the wheeler of the chest.
Brace your heads, free its bequest
and snow will fall on your breast.
Let the snoring wear the vest,
amidst curtains and the guest
make jest of the old soundtracks,
hold forth to sleep, wear its vest.

Life-a theatre for plays,
careful what you dream ablaze.
Write yours with hymns and ballets,
Let your bride hold the bouquets.
Let your dreams have its caches,
save it for the rainy days.
Try to gaze on empty stage,
feed your mind, pray gainst’ preys.

Ruddapoet