We sort through fields of thoughts so dense
An endless void of memories entrenched
Reflect a time and feeling once known
Immense events we’ve etched in stone
We’ve seen, believed, conjured, and dreamed
The life we live and world perceived
This state we’ve lived and grown so bored
Is sleep and dreams the days reward
Contorted twisted my mind insisted
To cross the line to dreams sublime
Transition submission to the place I envision
Enhanced in trance life’s sweet romance
I bask in this dark aesthetic sanctuary….
The pictures they fade and start to give way
To darker realities I know as the day
The death of my dreams I’ll mourn in the light
I’ll enter again and return in the night
© 2007 ReddropX
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