So sure..

Do you instill the dreams in me?
Or they come spontaneously..
Without provocation..
With no prior conformation..
Silently peeping into 
The darkness I hold
Not deep nor steep
I just keep
Plain simple gloom
No wish
Don't go out
Unbloomed
These dreams, their source,
Searching from where they come?
No where to go, they stuck
Unforgettable..
Unbelievable..
Why so bright?
So colorful?
They're not meant..for me,
I'm so sure..!