The Dreamer

I had a dream, of myself dreaming,
And in the dream that I was dreaming, I mean the other dream.
I was dreaming myself dreaming,
Strange it was, as I looked ahead of me,

There, stood an appearance of flaming purple & Gold,
A light of Sulphur with two neon lanterns in bold,
I saw what seemed like a human, walking like the hanging gardens of Bougainvillea, 
Its violet splendor crawling on the ground, pretending to reach my heart.

Then an image was clear, still too bright, crippled my knees by its personality.
Then it disappeared at a speed of light from the 3rd dream, 
It appeared on the second dream, my hands would reach its splendor, then it disappeared at a speed of sound,
It then appeared in my 1st dream, the dream that all the other two dreams occurred.

-This time it was in the shape of a silhouette, it then said to me in a sound that sounded like a melody sang by God, 'You will search & not find me anymore'.
-Then I remembered, it was a girl I once saw in one of my dreams & those dreams are like the one I was dreaming. - with two dreams inside it.
-It deftly touched me, and something which sounded like a lightning hit my eyes,
-Then I woke up, and realized I was dreaming myself dreaming a dream, and in that dream I was dreaming of You.
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Flow Avatar
April 20, 2018 at 5:44 AM
im really liking your work. love the nod to brahman. Am going to read more of your work.
Mordecai Avatar
April 20, 2018 at 4:30 PM
oh thank you, Major i really appreciate it... i am just a boy who is obsessed with writing nothing of benefit from it....i wish to sell some of the lyrics as songs.
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