Saturday, March 31, 2018

You must be it





you must be an angel, for you to guard over my slumber
slumber that dream of you as an angel, a winged one that got away
your wings are my trust, your wings are my faith
but you flew with them when slumber ends, reality sets in

you must be my future, i saw my dreams in your eyes
dreams that fall, as tears fall like rains from summer skies
so many mystery songs, a lot of lullabies,
but my dreams from your future are singing their goodbyes

you must be summer, but how could you bath me in the rain
when i dried in the sun, my blood falls dry too in pain
you must be foolish, you must be it to watch me and stay
for how much you took, i still stand, still and sane



tHE dREAMER




tHE dREAMER

he dreamt of perfection
from the garbage truth of reality
he dreamt of peace
from the chaotic thoughts around him
he dreamt of passion
from lust and betrayal of pretenders

but what fruits of blame should he ate
when hunger is for dreaming

i watched the dreamer, shields down, armor broken
eyes peered through oblivion, abyss-ed sunset
never seeing, never watching, which lies, what truth
eyes that mirrored the world i call mine
eyes i call mine