Dreams and Daylights. First ever poetry video!
It began with liquid skies and jello dreams,
Then wishes for selective amnesia
So that I can continuously taste the world
over and over
With crystal drops of rain
and spidery cotton candy
through laced fingers
and daintily tip-toeing
through fantasies
with exquisite gowns
and light slippers
and ornate crowns.
Falling
tumbling
over marshmallow clouds
and fine honey garments
for it’s a grand hall
that we shall waltz
gliding precariously
in silky stupor
so brimmed
with silver bubbles
tinkling clinking chiming chimes
releasing peals upon peals
of uncontrolled drunk with ecstasy laughter.
A breath
and let’s retreat retire
into billowy curtains
sheep-skin soft airy ways
and curl into bliss
sinking serenely
through muted-yet-bright waters,
bright lit eyes,
like dark lanterns guiding
that which way this wandering
preoccupies a dreaming soul
whose spirit
saunters canters careens a way-ward
preening whispered feathers of thoughts
boasting a full bosom of voluminous songs,
clear clear lucidly clear
as pristine as that sap
that drips from a mulberry tree.
Reality and fantasy merge.
Sometimes I don’t know which is which…
I kinda wish I had someone
to tell me
relax,
It’s not real.
Warm secure hands to grasp my shoulders,
clear eyes to disperse the haze in my head
‘coz the seams have infringed
and bleeding through.
Dream’s fingers have ravaged
the lining
and dig deep
to wrench colors from peace-wanting
retinas.
all that is needed
is a firm touch
to ground me
to reality.
Dreams-
dreams deferred lay rotting,
as ash rests in a forsaken land.
Forgotten. Dejected. Futile.
Is this what it means to be self-less?
“Dreams be the fluff of reality…and as a dreamer, i find any wisp, any whisper, any lingering to whip you up from my dreams, Dearest roaming Love.
ex amino,
~atlasia”
“Nowadays, I’ve been dreaming of meeting you in spherical coordinates…”
Spacing out during art class
