When your mind goes fuzzy
And you eyelids start to sway
Things get thick and muzzy
And you are quite washed away
Down the pipe of realms unseen
You start your peaceful trip
Wandering through different somnus dreams
Down away you slowly drip
You pass through quiet meadows
And abandoned rusted parks and places of joyful play
viewing broken dreams, and fears in final throes
As you pass along your way
The little lights in the sky
With a million little nets
To small for the human eye
Sell what they can catch
Above the Stygian cloak of night
In markets in the stars
Faces of legend argue and fight
For what we claim is ours
And often we dream
Malignant predators in the deep
Strike at us in clotted stream
To infect us while we sleep
Every ocean must meet the land
And every river a shore
And thus at the alarm clocks bidding
We awaken refreshed once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Ryan. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks