My opalescent dreams hang just out of reach, milky, spoilt with waking.
Burlesque imaginings wishfully realized out of the breach, fantasies of my own making.
Voluminous clouds of confusion cover our weighty decisions with the familiar sheen of normality.
Maybe you’ve just woken now, part way through, awakening with surprise at the life half lived.
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 9:12 AM UTC
My opalescent dreams hang just out of reach, milky, spoilt with waking.
Burlesque imaginings wishfully realized out of the breach, fantasies of my own making.
Voluminous clouds of confusion cover our weighty decisions with the familiar sheen of normality.
Maybe you’ve just woken now, part way through, awakening with surprise at the life half lived.
