Perchance to Dream... (standard:poetry, 195 words)
Author: J. Nicklaus	Added: Jun 03 2007	Views/Reads: 3104/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes the haunting ones stay with you into your waking hours.

An evisceration of emotion 

The deathly pall of a tainted dream 

A love which once filled the conscious heart 

betrayed when slipped the constraints of reality 

It's said in dreams no pain will kiss the brow 

The dreamer, akin to an unwoken fool 

Can't shake 

Can't let loose 

That which never truly existed 

Yet lingers and haunts my waking hours 

Characters I know only within this alternate reality can clearly discern


My swift descent from the joy of your presence 

To the austere dulling of loss 

There is no grace to my slumber 

No reprieve to be had from the connection between feeling 

and a writhing subconscious heart 

While in my most defenseless state 

My fairest desire thrust before me as the tawdriest of painted ladies 

I want to hear it from you, but you won't come to me 

You retreat from my dreams, where you always lived before? 

I've so long waited for the lustre of your voice 

For the twinkle in your eye 

In a semi-lucid state 

Between the gathering fear of my dream and reality 

I can physically feel the nagging ache 

Please tell me it was just the worst of dreams 


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