You know I dream
of things
Beautiful
cold
passionate
I touch
my lips pressed against you
as if you beg me to be consumed
Yet I lose everything
My hand fumbles
a second becomes eternity
bright light
loud sound
Chaos
Simple and without purpose
My heart races
it rages
the sound becomes intense
then silent
My thoughts become clear
as if crystal
defined in a vision without reason
and my world begins to change
Yet I find no point
no anchor to hold myself to
The world spins
My grasp on reality fading away
One moment
My soul is awake
Alive and vibrant
the next
my eyes close
and never open
My slumber assured
the world defiantly moving
and I rest
quietly
waiting for my spirit to purge itself
to take a slow steady breath
and awaken
to lose myself to reality
as I reach for something
to drown out the world I left behind
Last 5 posts in Coffee - Volume Two
- Daily Poetry - July 15th, 2008
- The Sword and the Stone - July 10th, 2008
- The essence of dreams forgotten - June 22nd, 2008
- Heaven's Light - June 22nd, 2008
- Tin Heart - June 19th, 2008
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