Dreams
Dreams: those magical, transcendent voids where one's thoughts and fantasies play out in cascading series of phantasmagorias. Within our dreams, we truly come to know who and what we are. It is there that our wildest feelings, craziest wishes, and even subtle aspirations are realized...Every night I close my eyes and float
Float in a wondrous onyx sea
The velvety swarthiness as dark as the night sky
And just as beautiful and warming
A chance, a hope, a wish, a dream!
O to dream a dream would be so great
To soar with what my mind has in store
And maybe discover a little more
To dig deep into myself
And search that mine within
To excavate, search, find
What jewels are hidden in that murky deep
To dive to the bottom of my ocean
And investigate the strange forms that reside there
To admire, question, contemplate
What creatures are hidden in that transient void
To climb to the top of my mountain
And view my soul from that peak
To grapple, hurt, observe
What disturbing and beauteous sights I see there
The pure bliss and utter terror of dreams...
And every morning I open my eyes and rest
Rest in my satisfaction and love
The pangs of sunlight pounding upon my eyes
But unfortunately not as beautiful or warming...
As my dreams.
Poetry by Xuxa
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Written on 2006-12-24 at 06:37
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