Surreal Nature
I close my eyes,
and I fall into a dream,
of surrealism.
I awake in a garden
filled with lilacs and roses,
trees tall and full of life,
Nightingales soar high
flapping their wings
and singing their songs of love.
I awaken in a dream
of surrealism and love,
nature surrounds me,
green roots tangle my feet
I fall into quicksand and slowly sink.
I awake and look out my windowpane,
as the evening rain washes away nightmares
the rain tapes at my windowpane.
I slowly close my eyes,
and dream again of beauty and harmony,
of what nature has to offer me!
-9/18/2013-
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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