life lived in dreams
this paper holding the seams
living and breathing, these aren't just words
the desire to soar above the birds
to speak to myself on a river bed
converse with a man long been dead
experience life beyond my skin
dance and play with my buried kin
If i don't forget maybe i can stay
a little longer, a week, a day
when this world begins to fade
i find myself where i last laid
holding together these fragments of will
long enough to reach my quill
writing fiction birthed from my mind
in these darkest depth i did find
a real non-corporeal life
free from chains and strife
a stone of truth from this stream
a truth stolen from a dream