When you try to redream a dream
It seems so real, it's like watching onscreen
You feel the feel
The emotion so real
Reach out and touch a movie-like theme
Categories:
redream, dream,
Form: Limerick
O Moon God
Prisms of White
Sell me your dreams.
Those crystal visions
From high above that
nourish this void existence.
O Moon God
I want to see
through your spyhole
To feel what you feel
To catch you
Is like to burn.
I am your prisoner
Your prince and princess
your price is my shadow.
Hunt me.
O Moon God
The stars, your
Former skin powdered
Tremble blindly.
I want to redream myself
to mould myself
In your ashen image.
Your afterglow masks
my dreams entirely.
O Moon God
You lighten the life
We could have had
Haunted shades
Child silhouettes
All erased in day.
The comfort of darkness.
My opal pearl
My Samson
My God.
He’s as cold as you
A beacon of tragedy
Bone rays of regret.
O Moon God
Sell me your dreams
For I have none.
Categories:
redream, dream,
Form: Prose Poetry