Seconds go by,
As my pillow
captures my dreams.
Soon I will awaken.
In the moments after my eyes flutter open,
All will be forgotten.
But after a twinkling eyeblink,
Memories flood my mind.
That moment of forgetfulness,
Of carefree slumber.
I'll sleep forever,
If I could imagine it de novo.
yes from the beginning
it is like that
our lives are formed
by curious dreams
beyond our own comprehension
and still we dream
we dream as though dreams come true...
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
I love your poetry. Its just,
I love your poetry. Its just, simply, modest, and pure, even at its darkest. You're a beautiful poet