A wonder so intoxicating,
It fills my heart like an uppercase of syndrome,
A dream so powerful; it lurches beneath the cool layer of my skin,
Filling me with things oh, so strong,
That makes me think: A wonder itself.
They; the dreams spin so erratically,
They ooze onto my fabric like blood,
Spilling and tending wounds that have no meaning,
They thou do not recoil in horror,
For dreams have nothing to do with the thoughts of a single man.
Like a kaleidoscope of magical lights,
They conjure an imaginary significance,
Between reality and dreams; between imagination and Hell,
It drowns everywhere in a wave of lost souls,
As the final count ticks one to zero.
The dreams of nightmare and wonder,
Show neither horror nor pleasure,
They both show a meaning of tomorrow,
Raising both the Heavens and the Underneath,
We shall not show mercy.
A morning light is the dream of Above,
Whilst a dark corner is the dream of Below,
But shows nothing but a mystery,
That has been sewed into our life,
Mixing something beyond pleasure: A Dream of Outer Worlds.
Chloe, your words capture my heart... touch my soul... I am very impressed with your words, from one so young... Never give up on yourself, never stop writing... your words have that special magic, that touches others... believe me, I know.; -) -Kelly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lot's of hidden emotion to the words.