Before Every Dream
Most night
I spend them counting, in thoughts
Like being trap inside a cocoon; it’s dark and quiet
It’s a little daunting
It’s why I always have my eyes closed
But, I could still see everything, as light as day
A little like the sun but calmer like the grin of the moon
Starry like the pebbles in the ocean floor, twinkling
Feeling a little cold like ice but burns like red pepper in my mouth
Although, soft to my skin, giggly like bubbles, underwater
I’m not drowning but more like flying, upside down
Nimble as a feather
It tethers like footsteps, one after the other
It gets bigger, growing far, so fast-upward
Like looking at a mirror from the inside
Distorted like cartoons
But real like a stomach ache
Not so much as painful as it is stimulating
Like a giant, tying a roller coaster, into knot
Roaring like thunder, continuously
It doesn’t stop
I didn’t want it to stop
Because it was sensibly addicting
In a good way
Like listening to a joke for the first time
Knowing, that you actually got the point
And the point is very inspiring like firecrackers
Pop, pop, pop
And this is when I open my eyes…
By: Wilbert Dela Cruz
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2015
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