At some point,
as dawn hits me.
Still fumbling with my dreams,
the thin line,
that holds the real and imagined blurrs.
It is within this fusion
this myriad of colours
that I see happy faces.
Laughter; warm and fuzzy,
tear stained eyes,
that just wont cry.
It is in this universe,
that you exist...
here there is no hindrance,
and I see myself
reflected in your eyes.
Then dawn hits me!
and this blurry line
is clearly defined.
And there, out of my bed
stands reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Mildred. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.