Golden, ripe berries burst open with a tangy
Crunch
Into my mouth, patient belly waiting.

The harmonious connection between my tongue and
The fruit;
Warm juice drizzles down my chin.

Simple. All I know is the sun
Rising and setting.

New light threatens to expose me, like it does every day.
The warm breeze is almost as tantalizing as
My cave.

It is all a dream. It must be.
But, then why is there a bitter taste, a foul smell?

Reality pushes gritty seeds into my teeth,
Blows humid into the air,
and still…

Could we distinguish otherwise?
It is an intense game I play,
Always hugging a hazy border.

In the end,
I prefer my plush dreams, my pearly visions,
Before I must awake
To Truth.