As I steal a sun-drenched nap,
A whirl of colors knit a cap
Around my head;
They make a scene.
I dream.
--
In the scene there is a lad
Whose smile and timbre make me glad
To escape the tedium
Endured at home.
We roam.
--
He takes my hand,
We jump off cliffs,
But never land;
We soar and drift
Above the sky.
We fly.
--
My laughter chokes me,
My heart explodes
With tender joy;
All fear erodes.
He wraps me up
And down we dive;
With each swoop
I’m more alive.
I love…
I love.
--
All too soon, he slips away;
I search and flounder until the day
Grows dim and drawn.
He’s gone.
--
And so I wake,
Eyes slick and swollen,
Recalling the lad unfairly stolen
From my sleep.
I weep.
--
He won’t return
Despite my tries
To soar again
Through filmy skies
My hopes have built.
I wilt.
--
Days drag on,
Devoid of meaning;
My only wish
Is to be dreaming
Of the One.
I’m done.
--
And so I lie for one last nap
To escape this life turned bitter trap.
Fever courses
Dark and deep.
I sleep…
I sleep.
About the Creator
Nora Novak
I'm all over the place. But that's my charm, n'est-ce pas?
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