Dreaming

It was, in the distance

A sector of a single dream.

Bittersweet and dissident,

Now she’s in the inbetween.

She’s frugal with her clarity,

Sandbar is long and wide

Wishes she was the ocean,

Refreshing winds would move her tide.

Reality’s a reverie

A pigmented depiction of what you think you see.

She stares transfixed into the sea

And with blind eyes waits, to be released.

As black sands melt into the water

Like the tic of time, its constant.

The sea longingly looks back at her,

A pixilated revenant.

With bright eyes she woke up,

Another day fell beneath her feet.

It was tangible,

And tender,

Just another reverie.

 

Reviews

[khalid]

dreams add another life to our life, i mean all kinds of dreams including daydreams...
i dont think we would be able to survive if we didnt have the ability to dream..
dreams are a window from which we can see the light of a brighter life than our dark one...
my dream right now is to write one like this...
very nicely penned really