The Next Dream's Reality
"The Next Dream’s Reality"
in dreams
we find our way
that long night
into light of day
what remains
in the memory
washes in and out
like surf on soft sand
the cool drag under our feet
pulls us out then back in again
we are floating ghosts of ourselves
like watercolours in lulling tide
loose fabric washing out the bleed
of sensibilities and the intrigue
of lost self saving moments
fading in and out
the metronome heartbeat
measures us in time
we are the slow opium
kissing other phantoms
we pull them into us for a while
like we are magnets, or some strange
symphony music of what was,
what could be, but never now
heard through that hypnotic
whispering fibonacci shell
delicately rhymed we
move swiftly poetic accolades
roulette cards laid on velvet
tableaus of mystery
the swift passing ignomity
spells cast like nets for falling
pearls of another life
aether mist the smell of musk
incense from liturgic thuribles
in other forgotten strange worlds
wafer thin, the sense
of taste and smell
never entirely complete
puzzle pieces fit eventually
on waking during the
most irrelevant moments
in our waking daze
and we find a way out
back into the next dream’s
reality where the sun rises
and the moon sleeps
the soul speaks to us
softly in riddles
and we,
we
are the mystery
of what it keeps
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2022
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