I Dreamt
On The Fine Line Between Dreams And Reality
I dreamt of an empty beach
Of sitting on the sand, where the sunlight barely reach
With you next to me, well, all around me
and so absorbed in the scenery I embraced it all
Only to awake once more, eyes wide open,
still seeing the dream I dreamt
And I wondered, if all that wasn't real,
then what is this?
What is this white ceiling, these lazy lights,
casting shadows around my mind?
Nothing but dreams, within dreams.
Oh to go back there, basking in the sun
of my own making, my very own warmth
and peace, with you all around me
I can't help but wonder,
Am I dreaming, or am I still dreaming?
About the Creator
YonathanJ - Writer
Clouds are daydreaming, imagination, life's beauty. The writer in me is like clouds. Taking words, crafting stories; water sublimating, becoming infinitely more.
What better medium than writing to let words become clouds that inspire others
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