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.