Dreams

When sleeps claims victory,
And I’m dead to the night,
And I’m blissfully embraced by slumber, the things come upon I. The ethereal beings finds I.
The dreams.

Some I know while others,
Are unfamiliar and strange.
They tell a wierd story.
Buried pains awaken.
Lost love is found in a clammy night. Whispered beauty is stolen by dreams.
The dreams.

Clandestine aspirations,
Moot a true destination.
A mirage defines the reality,
Of these dreams, escaping a description. Defying an inclination.
The dreams.

© Copyright Ayoub Mzee 2012

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