At night, breaths turn steady as thoughts run fast
through my head sticking out of the covers.
Hazy memories emerge from my past
of playgrounds, prom gowns and former lovers.
A final twitch; reality ceases.
My bed is gone. A sailboat takes its place,
somehow gliding through fuchsia glass pieces
underneath a moon made of a clock face.
I turn to see an old flame that burned out,
when suddenly fire rains from the skies.
I walk to the edge and jump with no doubt -
into the deep pink shards my body flies.
I jolt upright, back where my sleep started,
as details fade of dreamlands uncharted.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
At night, breaths turn steady as thoughts run fast
through my head sticking out of the covers.
Hazy memories emerge from my past
of playgrounds, prom gowns and former lovers.
A final twitch; reality ceases.
My bed is gone. A sailboat takes its place,
somehow gliding through fuchsia glass pieces
underneath a moon made of a clock face.
I turn to see an old flame that burned out,
when suddenly fire rains from the skies.
I walk to the edge and jump with no doubt -
into the deep pink shards my body flies.
I jolt upright, back where my sleep started,
as details fade of dreamlands uncharted.
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