dreams

Dream horses into the opium of sleep
an avalanche of motion
killed by the painted sky
back to you sarcokisses
i am falling from the clouds
wings shrouded in blue
the darkened sand of the breaking wave
eludes me revealing the boundless plain.
deeply immersed in your bed of linen
i am vanishing demolished
bodies skinned as epiphanies
until the great storms of nightmare
down the gentle slope .. till i do not exist

If you enjoyed this post, please consider to leave a comment or subscribe to the feed and get future articles delivered to your feed reader.

Comments

Wow

Leave a comment

(required)

(required)