Fading Consciousness Poem by DM W

All the butterflies of my dreams
Have lost their precious, fragile wings.
And the wildest birds are screaming,
As they've lost their pretty colours.

The old guardians of beauty
Have been deposed by the vulgar.
And the bright rose has been disrobed;
Replaced by the simulacrum.

In these caustic, indifferent days,
I long for higher consciousness;
That will soar to unfamiliar skies.
I pray that I remain wide awake.