a place I have never seen before

comes to me in my dreams

vines to hair

coins to eyes

glittering gold in the gutter

where dreams continue to shine

even in our waking life

this is it

our dreams aspirations

come to life....

one day at a time

though moments we know

become reverie

we will come to see

scenes from our rise

before our eyes

since time is a relative

the veil is thin

in between the conscious

& subconscious

would reveal

to us

eternal murning

that our time does not exists