Dreams Strange
Dreams strange last forever transient things feel them fade awayMaybe it's the GABA and Melatonin take too much take it all the time
Helps create imaginary places, characters, scenarios
Like a species of relaxing overdose, faraway gets so close
It's behind shut eyelids it's inside those bones and flesh in repose
A craving for imagery for some forbidden substance just beyond conscious reach
Each wish is a country, a place lost in worlds of stolen thoughts and dreams
Borrow a breath from the Night, time is lost behind your eyes the day
Dreams strange last forever transient things feel them fade away
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-11-19 at 23:04
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