It has been way to long
since I dined in the halls
of the Dream Lord.
For to long have I cursed
broken aspects of his realms.

Yet it takes a small place
like home to bring me back
to the realm of the dreamings,
and all the imps that struggle
in the near death state of mind.

I dream of lovers kisses and
vengeance that can only be
served with a nice whip topping.
I dream about second chances,
and the possiblity of accomplishing
the dreams that I forgot.

I dreamed about movie romance,
that makes me awaken with desire.
Yet it's yellow eyes don't seem
to make me want to stop wanting.
I dream of despair in a rat's eye.
Yet when it comes down to it,
I feel the yearning to try harder.

I feel the rainbow strands of her hair,
and the butterflies that she loves or
the floating goldfish up in the air.
Sometimes I feel her black raven hair
near the end of my dreams as I awaken
in the land of the living.

Yet all I can do is hope that my page
in his book is not yet said and done.
Maybe I will succeed if I only tried
a little harder to allow my heart
to take the risk of catching a flame.
Maybe all my dreams are not shattered,
but all I need to be is patient.

01/02/2004

Posted on 01/03/2004
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