Drinking the Dream
I gaze into a world of gleam,
Where I am missing from the dream.
"I am the watcher of the scene."
In a flash, knowing I am me,
I wake with a shiver, sudden and free.
Drenched in sweat from head to toe,
I am alive. "Phew," I softly go.
Is it a dream dreaming a dream's deep art?
Or is the dream waking my sleeping heart?
Once more, I drift into a dream.
"I am the watcher of the scene."
A rhythm mixed with beauty's grace,
Your touch that makes my spirit race.
Hand in hand, you and I,
Through grassy woods we wander by.
"Walking toward the self-same dream, side by side."
Then, I wake up wide.
Awakening with an empty mind,
I drink ice water left behind.
"While drinking that cold, icy cup of gray,
You swallow the dream without a way."
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