Caffeinated Dreams
ask me what i dream at night
when all the world's asleep.
ill tell you how i relocate
in valleys young and deep;
of far green lands and gentle hands
and gardens full of life
of spring's rebirth in gentle earth
and music from the fife;
the daylight hours, filled with showers
warm, and rainbowed skies
of innocence, and further hence
all purity implied.
but as i dream i stand and seem
a sideshow, set apart.
i watch and gape and scratch the nape
while beauty breaks my heart.
the music plays, the sunlight grays
but im not fit to dance.
a fear of all, and sure to fall
id never take the chance
so ends the day, i slip away
and waking calls me back
to foggy eyes and distant cries
and creaking joints that crack.
two worlds denied their bridging bride
though one thin strand connects
my dreams at night and waking light;
one point where they transect.
my dreams i tell but think not ill
if they are but half true
for fear of chance forebodes my lapse,
and my thin strand is you.
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