Reality of the Dream
In the dream world I love to go and fly
No matter what I do, I still go high
During the day I go in an airplane
Up in the air I go weirdly insane
I dream of an orange sky floating there
With purple clouds moving along somewhere
In the daylight hours the sky is a blue
It has clouds in quite a lovely white hue
The city streets are amassed with people
The dream contains so many parts feeble
The fields of concrete are opened to cars
Where in the evening you can’t see the stars
Zombies run around looking for some blood
In my dream I run avoiding the flood
There are many stores on the wide sidewalks
My days are made up with shopping and talks
The poles in my dream are purple with eyes
Nowhere I go do I ever despise
There are many wires going from each pole
In the daylight the sight is from the soul
Dreams are cloudy and certainly unreal
But the day is clear, real, and has appeal
Russell Sivey
Contest: Dreaming into the Day
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
5/14/2013
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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