A beautiful dream

Yester night, I had this beautiful dream
I woke up and rose in the heavenly realm
Surrounded by fairies in the garden of flowers
With their drew drops sparkling amidst rainbow colors

As I stood there basked in the bliss of heavenly joy
I lost the count of time until I heard the heaven's trumpet blow
And amidst a patch of white cloud, I saw a chariot descends
Painted in gold and adorned in emeralds, driven by horses that could fly

In seconds, the fairies lined to open the chariot's door
And in deep reverence, I held my head low and bowed on the floor
Until I heard a familiar voice call, 'rise up! my dear son '
And I looked up only to find my long gone loving mom

She held my hand and we walked across the heavenly realm
For hours until the night gave its way to the day
And I woke up all alone like any other day
But with a sigh that she lives there in my heavenly realm

You are your closest friend

My dear little son
As you grow to be a man, I have but this little advice
There is no soul that knows thou better than thyself
So be your own guide for each turning you devise
Do not expect to pick a life's guide from a store's shelf
For there isn't one that can best explain your own nature
And there, in your own hand lies the road to your own future