Black and white dreams

I do not remember the colour of my dreams
I know it’s bright, so maybe white
It must be a beacon that beams
For the world to gather and see
Light that comes in multiple streams
I dare not point it on any direction
For where it finds worthy, there it teams
If I aim for the sky, it becomes a kite
My focus is not one for multicoloured themes
I do not remember the colour of my dreams

Vera