Dreams (A Poem)

Dreams
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While I am sleeping

I am wide awake

My eyes are closed

Yet they are wide open

There is no silence

Only calm.

I am on a still sea

On a small raft

No crashing waves

Of worries and thoughts

Soft, rippling, trickling

No sound louder than

The drop of a feather in a pond.

There is no blackness. Only colours. There are more than stars In the sky of my dreams There are swirls of colours Thousands of lights The darkest of places Crisscrossed by streaks of jewel This doesn't exist But here it does

There is no emptiness I do not feel afraid The monster under my bed Stands guard against nightmares. I am alone in the room But I am warm The silky blankets Send warmth and softness To every tired muscle And bone in my body.

I fear in the morning I’ll have to surrender to bland life Where life is a constant Cyclone, thrashing waves There are no colours, just bland Buildings, grey people and jobs No one will protect me They turn against another And running from place to place Brings back the tiredness I felt Before

But that will be in a long time. For now, I will drift into the sea On a small, rickety boat I will float from dream to dream In a galaxy of light and colour I will sink into the warmth Of the blankets and the pillow And hope that tomorrow doesn’t exist. Until it does.显示较少