Dreams

The Spires appeared lonely, looking at the clouds all day long

Do they dream when they sleep, and what do they dream

Do they lift their bases off the ground, jump high and catch the sky

Do they saunter through the streets and enjoy the art

Do they dive into the Isis and relax with the current

They can dream of what they want, they are within a city of culture.

Dreams can form anywhere, within these streets and turns, everything is hidden

But anything is possible, nothing is ever truly hidden from the eye.