Dreamworld
Dreamworld
Lost
in a moment of thought,
I saw the sun in a speck of dust,
and warped the universe around me.
I dreamt of life,
but not of life--
a dreamlife.
I spoke of love,
but when I spoke of love,
I spoke of hushed and tremulous windwhispers,
in Night blanketed by cloudy phantasms;
of silver liquid streaming from the moonlight
to meet with the midnight-darkened sea.
Still,
I dreamt,
but not of sorrow.
I dreamt instead of yearling fawns,
knock-kneed, alone in the snow,
of sadly singing nightingales,
heralding the sweet tears of the moon.
Lost
in a moment of thought,
I pretended.
Still,
only pretending.
Around me,
smoke
billowed from the barren ground.
Night was dark,
and in the day
the sun was in the sky,
as usual.
Lost
in a moment of thought,
I saw the sun in a speck of dust,
and warped the universe around me.
I dreamt of life,
but not of life--
a dreamlife.
I spoke of love,
but when I spoke of love,
I spoke of hushed and tremulous windwhispers,
in Night blanketed by cloudy phantasms;
of silver liquid streaming from the moonlight
to meet with the midnight-darkened sea.
Still,
I dreamt,
but not of sorrow.
I dreamt instead of yearling fawns,
knock-kneed, alone in the snow,
of sadly singing nightingales,
heralding the sweet tears of the moon.
Lost
in a moment of thought,
I pretended.
Still,
only pretending.
Around me,
smoke
billowed from the barren ground.
Night was dark,
and in the day
the sun was in the sky,
as usual.