A Crave For Elation
Perhaps I dream.
Or live in some stupor,
dreading hallucinations.
Why can’t I have
Iridescent reveries?
Perhaps it’s all in the mind,
The aptitude of what I don’t require.
But it is not what I want.
I want to be in heaven,
to feel the ecstasy of love.
It matters not if I am happy or sad,
feel a well being or a pain,
I only yearn for an euphoria
that's hard to define.
I wake covered in sickly sweat,
I feel reality but alas
the dream ebbs into oblivion,
and there only remains
an inexplicable crave.
12 Januuary 2021
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