To Sleep

Oct 14, 2010 22:20

If I were to sleep, what would it be that I dream?

Would it involve a dragon,
Scales shining in the firelight
Created by it's own breath,
A green and orange hue?

Could I find myself falling
With nothing nearby to grasp
And no end to the struggle
Until I jerk awake and upright?

Will there be a sequence of events
That began before the dream started,
A short film with me as the star,
Parading around in absurdity?

Can it be something I choose,
Like a fond memory of times past
Where I felt whole and safe
And nothing could ever hurt me?

Or will I just dream of you again?

writing, poetry

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