What dreams May come are made of this,
A slow sensual lover's tender sweet kiss.
An insentient vision that glides into the mind,
When consciousness leaves the world behind.
A silent prayer for sobriety's weakening need,
Supplications for child from a lover's seed.
A merciful sign obtained from humanities course,
Only as promising as an onlooker's enforce.
What dreams May come is a mind's essence,
Realizations ensued by phobia of obsolescence.
In the scene lays the secrets of an aspiring dream,
Lost evermore within apathetic void in between.
A vision of those with a sensitive soul,
The value not apparent or in control.
An ignorance to what dreams May come,
To existence's intolerance we all succumb.