Dreaming

I often feel like a dream lost in a world without color, my vivid palette has nothing to shine next to. What is the beauty of the night if it didn't have the stars to reflect against? I drift around from mind to mind entreating them to slumber a bit more. I am the thunder you feel building in a desert storm, I am the electricity you feel before a strike, I am the peacefullness you feel settle in when you surrender. Come to my loving embrace. My arms which have held countless kings long to hold you a lowly slave,