The Resting Of A Dream Poem by Michael Roysdon

I feel infatuated with this crypt;
the blend of emotions i feel inside,
rip through all of the pages of this script,
and forces thoughts that had been left aside.

My eyes grab a view of the sultry sea,
and seek refuge back on the ticking clock;
the classic chimes present a tune to me,
keying in with the waves against the dock.

My heart sleep walking through these emotions,
my thoughts not present in these few seconds;
a few spaces at my feet a potion,
the catalyst for what it soon beckons...

My hearts vibrations arrested by this,
and seeking a way through the jet black mist.