Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2013
Gods don't sleep,
They dream.

I dream dreams
of universal things.
They take my daze,
Like a forgotten deity
prowling a maze.

She stepped inside,
Dripping in gold.
Curious to discover
"just how deep
the rabbit hole goes".

Tarry not on the thought
of what time shall whither,
Nostalgic ache is a beatific bane
as "all that is gold does not glitter".

What is intangible shall remain,
I am a god as I stand in the rain.
Quotes:
-Lines Eleven and Twelve from The Matrix by The Wachowski Brothers/Alice In Wonderland by Lewis Carrol
-Line Sixteen from The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien
Mydriasis Aletheia
Written by
Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
(29/Other/Empyrean)   
1.9k
     Autmn T, V and Grae Sales
Please log in to view and add comments on poems