Have I forsaken The sanctity of dreams Enabling the cacophony of small chattering crises Droning desires dominate my days Clinging to incantations and litanies of little lies Repetitive resonance no substitute For your whispered word Sipping the residue of wickedness from this burnished cauldron of the world Toxic stupor no replacement for you Enabling vulgarities to reign supreme This was never my lucid dream
I am blinded by your radiance The mirrored pure light of your soul Resplendence magnified Purified in a river of pain You cleanse me from within Erase my melancholy days I am uplifted from this abyss You breathe my lucid dream TLBoehm 061807