Woke up breathless…my breath stolen with the realization that what I held in my dreams was more substantial more tangible, then the state reality forcibly returned me to with the dawn.
Oh Light, how false you prove…
Heathen dancing shamelessly and wild, Pan run amok
Blinded by possibilities and sun touched dreams;
Return me to Darkness, where the cloak protects all;
Enshrouded in loving denial and blissful ignorance.
Return me to the dream, where Morpheus or lucidity
orchestrate all, and the script and desire can be changed…
without reason or excuse.
