upon one time

where I woke with memory of
a dreaming rhyme, fresh so clearly

vivid on my mind, still
bold colorful sublime,


the paper naked,
staring  empty

stark,
awaiting words
of dreamscape

treatises,
escaped being captured
by a mere me

or stayed
in never never
land

safe from prying eyes
to always be there
when

I sleep.

I see
   I read

I poke fun

I
plead

I
*****

I gripe

I run
   I fight

I look
   I listen

I keep
   to myself

I find
    what's
       missin'

is
     I'm plural

It makes me sad to see how fragile your happiness can be.
I wish I could see you smiling for ever.
Not because you are the most beautiful when you smile, you are still beautiful in your pain.
I just wish you never had to know pain.
I want you to be happy because you deserve it.