Dreams

Drift, drift, drift until the calm Arrive at the crossroads of your sun The peace you feel a release from harm Metaphoric blast from a soporific gun. A feeling deep from somewhere arrives Gently caressing your visage A sensory overload of pleasure drives Tutoring perception, a perfect marriage. You are control, you are the beat The story is yours to make The ending increases the body heat Panting embarks a nervous wake. Where was I then, how can it be Interpretation a pointless thought A dread creeps up, a fleeting see Of a time I thought I sought.