Sunk in my bed I dream
Smoky and foggy it is dim
Trapped in the midst of mist I sleep
I could only in clouds weep
In my very eyes
I see but ice
As my tears blur my every picture
And reflect a blank black future
Some where in my dreams
Sun rises through the dims
And with beams, swallows all dims
Into pools of shallow streams
My tears now reveal crystal clear sparkles
With lots of diamond sprinkles
Transparent via glassy structures
Beyond the clouds are treasured pleasures
(c) Obukov
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Sunk in my bed I dream
Smoky and foggy it is dim
Trapped in the midst of mist I sleep
I could only in clouds weep
In my very eyes
I see but ice
As my tears blur my every picture
And reflect a blank black future
Some where in my dreams
Sun rises through the dims
And with beams, swallows all dims
Into pools of shallow streams
My tears now reveal crystal clear sparkles
With lots of diamond sprinkles
Transparent via glassy structures
Beyond the clouds are treasured pleasures
(c) Obukov
