I'm Still Dreaming

I'm still dreaming like the stars faraway,
through the night as they - drifting into dark;
in the dim with flickering shine they play,
giving up their glisten falling quick spark.
All is a dream there, out in nowhere space,
filling in emptiness of long gone thoughts;
fantasy or rave perhaps just in the rays,
decorations: silver linings and blots.
Everything is turning come in new turn
what was out there maybe extinct again;
all on heaven high in expressing burn,
there is no point then - search for it in vain.
For life's too short to fill with dreams out,
we have only the time to find their doubt.