The Dreaming

In the dusk of the night, a fog rolls across the gardens of your mind.

Seeming to relax you, letting your body unwind.

Rocking your soul to the easy waves of the sea,

closing your eyes, breaking from reality.

Stars sing to your hearts dreams,

sweeping your tears off into the streams.

Sleep comes swift and sweet,

coming to lay fantastical roses at your feet.

One for every tortured heart,

another for love torn apart.

A petal or two for each moment anew,

and a thorn for every battle you smiled through.

Spiderwebs wisp over your dreams,

scattering the vision and tearing at the seams.

Burning light cascades through you eyes,

a sad smile forming as your dream dies.

Reviews

[NightShade]

The legato flow of this is mesmerizing. I almost fell into something like a hypnogogic state. I am quite the fan of phantasmal realities. You managed to bring on a tour through realms I do so love and through another set of eyes, no less! You have wrought a most enticing work of artistry that will stay with me for a little longer than a passing flight of fantasy...

[Linear]

Bitter sweet poem with that ending, but such a wonderfully descriptive poem, excellent in every detail. :0)