Stream of Consciousness
Day Dream
Maybe my daydream
is my muse, maybe
my muse is my daydream
how will I know
where one ends and
the other begins
thoughts tangle together
press in with warm
abandon and reckless
depth, diving into
uncharted flights between
real and fantasy
wide asleep
eyes closed wide
in broad daylight
without cover of night
tears afraid
of falling
cling
to my eyelashes
but my daydream
looks into my eyes and sees
forever
my daydream
holds me and feels
two hearts become one
my daydream
kisses me breathless
two souls intertwined
as fruited vines
my daydream
thinks I'm
perfect
in my
daydream.
another world
another lifetime
my daydream
will find me.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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