To question the notions of reality
within the pages of a dream
written by a fictitious tale of love
and finding a heart worth more
than all the things made of gold
and turning the page to read
that love is the only reality
that makes life worth living
even in the hours of cold solitude
and the nightmares of minutes
and months and years
of rivers of tears born from
eyes painted with brush strokes
of desperate blood red loneliness
and unanswered hopes and prayers
hanging dead in the air
from a pale moon
with only a toothless smile
and sliver of blue light
and still float out to the sea
where we might find our
last breath being taken
under crashing waves
and poisoned mists
to brave the journey
where we might find
something more than just
questions of the notions of reality