Silently falling past shining pools of quicksilver
A sardonic sickness infects me
Indulging pleasant delusions of potential
Memories of fevered stories, keep me company late in the night
Immersing yourself in the rains of long-term dreams
Finding that comforting place to ease a restless soul
I love it here
Without obligation or a care in the world, they have my pity
When my tired eyes flicker and open, cringing from the light
I quietly lament my personal transitory heaven
Reality sucks, but things are more valued, and ideas aren't as fragile
Greeting the day with a practiced zeal, I will accept what makes me stronger
©A. DeMario 2012
Something written as reply to one of my friend's works.
You really went into an in-depth explanation of dreams. Especially when it wasn't just a sort of philosophical thing, but with the action of waking up, it gives it human dimensions and qualities. Good job!
Thank you. This was a fun piece to write.
Who which one? Hmm dreams I like dreams