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I don't sleep. I dream.
For as long as I can recall
I've dreamt.
I have found new worlds
and made young friendships
that only ripened with age,
inside of a soul more real
than any world I've seen.
Because
I don't sleep. I dream.
On the night I met my muse
I drank a tall glass of fire
whose light revealed new realms
that soon entranced me whole.
And so soon I found myself
buoyant, amidst a sea of light.
But if, perchance, this could not be:
I would not care to hear it.
Because
I don't sleep. I dream.
On the night I saw the mountain
I found friends (and lovers)
along with brothers and sisters,
and children who I wish I could show you;
who I am proud to call my own.
For they are beautiful
and they brighten my nights
more than the sun brightens my days.
Because
I don't sleep. I dream.
And on the nights where life has torn me to pieces
you are there
to catch me when I fall,
while all I can do is heave a sigh of relief
as you save from the mess I really am.
It was you who taught me, after all,
that sleep is not what it might first seem.
And though fine for body, and the brain...
a heart and soul
prefers to dream.
Ironically enough, I woke up this morning due to a terrible nightmare.
This poem and your soul belong to me.
For as long as I can recall
I've dreamt.
I have found new worlds
and made young friendships
that only ripened with age,
inside of a soul more real
than any world I've seen.
Because
I don't sleep. I dream.
On the night I met my muse
I drank a tall glass of fire
whose light revealed new realms
that soon entranced me whole.
And so soon I found myself
buoyant, amidst a sea of light.
But if, perchance, this could not be:
I would not care to hear it.
Because
I don't sleep. I dream.
On the night I saw the mountain
I found friends (and lovers)
along with brothers and sisters,
and children who I wish I could show you;
who I am proud to call my own.
For they are beautiful
and they brighten my nights
more than the sun brightens my days.
Because
I don't sleep. I dream.
And on the nights where life has torn me to pieces
you are there
to catch me when I fall,
while all I can do is heave a sigh of relief
as you save from the mess I really am.
It was you who taught me, after all,
that sleep is not what it might first seem.
And though fine for body, and the brain...
a heart and soul
prefers to dream.
Ironically enough, I woke up this morning due to a terrible nightmare.
This poem and your soul belong to me.
Category Poetry / All
Species Scorpion
Size 120 x 87px
File Size 7.1 kB
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