Late at night, I go to bed.
I sleep away my pain and dread.
I dream of happiness and love,
and fantasies my mind thinks of.
I dream of crimson peaks,
And madman story speaks,
Old tales of brave knights,
Nightly talker takes flights.
I dream of watching a sunset,
And my favorite childhood pets.
I dream of my old home.
The place that I used to roam.
I fly through the night sky,
along with a thousand fireflies.
All of my troubles evaporate in the atmosphere
and I hope they never reappear.
My sheet becomes a cotton cloud,
or tightening up, becomes a shroud.
Calm my worries, let me be
and in to happiness flow free.
But when I wake I turn away
I cannot face the light of day
The shadows shield me, to elaborate
They don't let my emotions detonate.
Although my dreams are pretty odd,
often confusing, always flawed,
I grow eager knowing that every night,
holds a different adventure in sight.
Everything I touch turns bright,
I had never seen this much light.
A flower blooms amidst the dark,
Oh, such a wonderful dream,
that was my heart.
Nothing is more easy than love,
Nothing more uphill,
Nothing more enlightening,
Nothing more insipid
and so this dream taught,
don't relentlessly pursue outside,
something that exists within your heart
Except that most nights I don't dream,
My life filled with
Sleepless nights,
Loud thoughts,
Silent screams,
Stifled dreams ,
But when the dreams come ,
Even rarely,
I embrace them,
Even if I don't always know what they mean.
Those rare moments of liquid silver,
The ones that burst into supernovas
At the skim of fingertips.
Those dreams that take away from
An endless abyss of ebony,
Asphyxiated in tenacious tar.
Lost in the souls of one another
Looking for my lost lover
Liquid courage creeps into my veins
Making it look so easy or perhaps it seems
My dream suddenly stops in a blur
Was that me or just the pain I endure
Whenever my chest rejoices, flashing like glitter infused clay
My laughter swinging ethereal,
in heliocentrical ballet
Barefoot I flounder cautious, awaiting claws swirling on chalk;
Fearing that these
heartdrums are nothing
But the thundering
of my alarm clock
Submitted: April 01, 2019
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hullabaloo22
Ah, this one has to be my favorite so far, Bruvton! I love the uniqueness and diversity of all the different verses.
Mon, April 1st, 2019 8:05pmAuthor
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Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed it. I love your amazing contributions!!
Mon, April 8th, 2019 11:49am