Dream's Mysterium

Tag: sunset

  • Why ask Why?

    Why does being awakeFeel realer than dreams?Why is nothing as it seems?Why am I in pain from blistering?Why do I have to burn? Why do I ask such questions, Lord?What curiosity can I afford?When it seems that dreamsAre realer than this,I’ll know I don’t exist.

  • painted eyes

    it was quiet in the bayon the blanket where we laythe evening sun was slipping pastthe day was fading fastwe looked into each other’s eyesas sol dropped below the horizontwo souls entwined as one—the Sunpainted both of our eyes on